The Dead Seas (Brad/B exam)

Alright. So there are two parts to your mission.

Part 1: 2,000 word min. Before you post, roll 4 monster dice. Then write your post however you wish, but you must defeat the four rolls.

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Part 2: 2,000 word min. Make the same amount of rolls and proceed as you wish. All of the ghosts will have disappeared, but the ship will continue moving. You will hear rumblings, and the ship will begin to shake. Holes will appear in the ship, causing the lower parts to fill with water. It will not sink unless you fail, otherwise you will just have to deal with the water.

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If you dont roll a boss, feel free to use one anyways. After you have defeated all enemies, you will arrive at a port outside of the woods, where Ardere will be waiting.

4 dice it is boss! Will fight a boss if one is not rolled!

The member 'Brad Clad' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

He understood answering the call of the Guild Master, but why had Ardere asked him to meet him all the way out in the Sea of Devils? It was a part of the Cursed Lands, and not a place for the standard person to go out to for any kind of casual trip. Maybe he wanted him for some kind of task? Or maybe it was just a practice session for the two of them. After all, neither had seen the other in action, and both were known to be swordsmen and it would be a good place to show what they could do without endangering others in the slightest. Well, endanger no one but themselves if the seas were as dangerous as the rumors stated. There was only a way to find out, and that was to actually travel out there and see what was really going on. It did not take him long to arrive, and nearly immediately Ardere would begin telling him what was going on. So it was a rank up exam? Riding the ship to the end destination was what consider him a higher class of mage here in the land of Fiore? The customs of guilds were so strange of him. After this was done he would need to find some more of his weapons, scattered as they were throughout the realm, or hope that they would finally run out of magic and warp themselves back into the holder space without him needing to bed there. ”All right, I guess I'll see you on the other side.” Brad did not bow or anything, he was not used to that type of thing, but would simply nod his head in respect before walking across the dilapidated docks to board the terrible sounding wooden ship that seemed to have no one at the helm. So he was to ride a ghost ship? Or was this some enchanted ship to seem just like one? It was not long after boarding that the thing would begin moving again, almost throwing him to the ground with the suddenness, and he would simply throw a light wave at Ardere as a farewell before he moved to the front of the ship and in front of the helm. It was there he would stand for a good ten minutes before he started to hear noises from the back of the ship. Was someone shouting? Or was he just hearing things while alone on a strange ship? The man would turn around and begin to walk that direction until he suddenly heard a loud, deep, laughter.

”Ah ha ha! Who dares step foot on the ship of the great Blackbeard?! Greatest pirate of these seas of Earthland! Are ye here to take me in for my bounty? Or are ya here to join me crew!”

The voice seemed to come from everywhere at the same time, yet there was no where around him. Was it a sound magic? Or was it some kind of prank? Not thinking of a good response in time, the voice would speak up again with a dire warning.

”Bah! Time is up my dear trespasser! All right boys! Go get him and skin him alive! Ah ha ha ha!” As the deep voice laughed, a group of five ghosts would show up a few feet in front of him, each one armed with a cutlass and beginning to move towards him. All of them would speak at the same time. Some asked questions of him, some asked what he thought of the weather, and one even asked him if he could help out for a minute with the rat problem in the holds of the ship. The whole mess was confusing, and in that disorientation Brad would slip up in his dodging and take a slice across his forearm. A sharp gasp would leave his lips as he realized he needed to draw a weapon and shake off the surprise over what was going on.

A weapon would appear in his hands, what looked like a basic sword to most, which would then begin to shine with the element of light. If he was to be fighting ghosts, what better way than with an element known to be the weakness of the dead and undead alike? The small group of five would try their best to land another blow on him, but the Infinity Hydra mage they were fighting here and now was a much more experienced swordsman than they realized. Brad would deftly dodge and bat away swings of the cutlasses until he finally got a good chance to hit one of the five spirits that he was up against, the ghost finding itself being split from left to right at chest level before disappearing from the realm it did not belong in. The other four would find their ends in the same way, the man deftly avoiding attacks from them until they were all removed from this world.

”Ah! You have killed some of me crew! Well that just will not do Whitebeard! I will not let you take me ship and treasures! Everyone! Go get him! Even you passengers! Fight and kill him if you want to be spared!”

Angry cries would be heard from all over the ship, including down below in the lower parts of the ship, as Brad began to run and find a better spot to fight. He did not want to be open where he could be surrounded, but also needed a place with room as he was dealing with ghosts so he had to make sure no one surprised him from inside of a wall! The sounds of clattering could be heard behind him, as well as clanging and banging noises, and the Prince of Caelum would look over his shoulder as he kept running only to see some angry looking ghosts throwing objects from the ship in his general direction. ”Really! I don't even have a beard! Are they living their living lives over again? Oh boy, that is gonna make this one confusing fight!” The sounds of the angry ones would get louder as he made his way in to what looked like a sleeping area. Bunk beds of all shapes and sizes would litter the walls, though there were not too many smaller objects that were easily thrown to be found there. Summoning another weapon seemed like a great idea, the Caelum Royal summoning forth his weapon of fire; Flame Tongue. The weapon's blade was excruciatingly hot to those it hit, though he was sure that wouldn't be what bothered the ghosts when they got hit. The undead needed to be careful, as the magic involved would hurt them more than any physical strike added to it.

The noises of thrown objects continued closer until they finally reached the room he was in. Chairs, tables, even pieces of the wood that seemed to be part of the ship would come his direction. Knowing it would be dangerous to allow them to continue doing such, Brad Clad would slowly make his way to them. Pieces that were small, but not too dangerous, would be allowed through his defenses to hit him while he sliced apart larger objects to keep himself from taking any serious injuries. Once he reached the group he would slam down Flame Tongue into the ground to release a large blast of fire that would get rid of all the angry passenger ghosts in the blink of an eye. That was surprising, as he had expected more of a fight out of them with how hard they were throwing objects. ”Must have taken too much out of their ethereal forms to throw physical objects at me.” Even as the man said the words he would hear something behind him. A quick turn would show him five more of the pirate ghost crew all swinging down swords at him. A leap backwards would keep him from getting hit even as he took off the hand of one specter and causing it to lose its weapon. A scream about losing a hand to a passenger of the ship would be made from the ethereal before Brad took off the head of the seemingly panicked ghost before he made short work of the other four. If it was one thing with these ghosts, it was that they were good at sneaking up on him! Not hearing any more ghosts or strange noises, Brad Clad assumed he had gotten rid of all of them and made his way back outside to make his way to the original spot he had wanted to take until he arrived at his location to meet Ardere Kasai again. Unfortunately for him there was now a bright green, glowing, being standing at the helm.

”Whitebeard! You've gone and killed all of my crew and even the captives we had planned on selling into slavery! I'll have your beard as a trophy after this!”

”Look, I am not this Whitebeard you think I am. I am the Prince of Caelum, and demand you stand down and listen to reason before there is any more damage done on either side!”

”What did you say about my mother! HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE MOST PRECIOUS ONE OF MY DEAD FAMILY! PREPARE TO DIE BY MY BLADE YOU DOG!”

Shit! That was right! They were in their own little world, not in the current one! With no way around it Brad was going to have to fight this Blackbeard fellow's ghost and somehow come out the victor. Preparing himself for a good fight, Brad would raise both of his weapons in preparation just as Blackbeard lunged forward at him. Just as the massive cutlass crashed against Flame Tongue, the Prince would notice three specters coming at him, one from the left and two from the right. Knowing he couldn't stay locked in place like he was, the requip user would throw his other sword backward before teleporting to it when it was far enough away that he could prepare himself for the rest of the fight.

”Ah ha ha! Think you can run away now you filthy sea dog? No! You will meet your end and have a watery grave this day!” The entire group would begin running at him immediately after the phrase was done, and Brad had no want to deal with them all right now. Using the telepathy he had with his weapons, controlling them naturally without having to hold them, the swords would cleave two of the specters before they could reach the Prince. Once the other specter was between him and the swords, Brad would recall both to him, both striking through the ethereal body and killing it. That left just Brad, who was apparently Whitebeard for the time being, and Blackbeard now. ”You could not beat me while I was outnumbered. Just leave and I won't give chase!” The words seemed to have no effect on the ghost captain, the large bladed weapon swinging for Brad's neck even as he lifted up Flame Tongue to clash against it. While this was happening he would swing his light enchanted sword out at the ghost's free arm and take it off at the elbow. The ghost screamed, a strange noise to be sure, but thrust out a foot that caught Brad in the chest and pushed him back a few feet. Keeping his balance was possible, and he was able to respond quick enough to dodge underneath the ethereal leader's swing and come up with both blades to make an X-shaped cut straight through the thing's torso. No words would be made from Blackbeard as he fell to his knees, fading away before falling face first into the wood of the deck. ”I wonder if this is how it all went down the first time. Maybe they were hoping that it would go different this time so they could be at rest. Guess they won't have the pleasure now though.”

The member 'Brad Clad' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

Brad would take a few moments to sit down and catch his breath. That had been a pretty long fight when he was not prepared for combat at all. His sides ached, and the cut on his forearm was dripping blood onto the deck of the ghost ship. Great, that was all he needed! For all he knew his blood was going to set off some curse that would make the ship more powerful or something! Not wanting to jinx or curse himself, the man would go back to the bunk bed area he had found earlier and tore off the cleanest linens he could for his arm and dressed it. Once he was sure that the dressing was in place, and that it was tight enough to keep him from bleeding more than he needed to, Brad stood up and walked to the helm to lean against it as he looked out at the water. The water was not clear enough to see under,  but it did not stop him from wondering just what would be swimming underneath him. Was there monsters galore, as the rumors stated, or was it just the normal sea life that one could find anywhere in the world? His mind would float across the rivers of imagination until his little canoe was suddenly tipped over by the disturbances happening in the real world. The ship rumbled loudly, shaking viciously and causing him to nearly fall had he not grabbed on to the wheel to steady himself. Once the shaking stopped he would walk over to a side of the boat and look over, only to see quite a big problem. There were obvious holes put into the boat, a mass of tentacles seeming to move farther away as he looked down and towards the rear of the aquatic vehicle made of trees. Water quickly rushed into the holes, and if he was seeing it right there were also some fish getting in as well. ”Well, at least I'm at the top right now. Just got to hope this ship does not sink before I make it all the way to the port it is supposed to take me to to meet Kasai.” His words seemed to be a curse as a fish suddenly burst through the floor a few feet away from him. It was the size of a large dog, and had a terrifying maw of teeth that snapped loudly as it flopped and floundered its way over towards him as it tried to take a bite. A disgusted look would come across his face as he summoned forth his lightning elemental weapon, the Storm Spear, and poked straight through the mouth of the creature to turn it into a kabob. Once it stopped flopping around he would pull the spear out and move up to it to realize it was a giant piranha. If there was one there would be more, and it had burst through from underneath him. That meant the fish he had seen swimming in were these ones. That was not good, not at all.

Not wanting to have another one take him by surprise, or multiples of them in fact, the man found his way to the second level only to find it completely flooded. He could see multiple of the same fish swimming along the top of the water, searching for prey, and a few were already swimming towards him. Standing outside of the water, Brad realized he had one great advantage that would take care of the issue quite easily. Stabbing his weapon into the water would electrocute everything that was in the liquid that was in the ships current level, the smell of burnt fish harassing his nostrils as he watched them all float to the top; all dead. A few coughs would clear the smell from his nose just as a loud crash could be heard from the starboard side of the ship. Running over there would find quite the large serpent coming up over the side of the ship. It would quickly notice him and make an odd, ear piercing, shriek before beginning to charge at the Prince of Caelum. The words he used would have had him kicked out of the throne room had he been there, but right now no one could hear him other than this serpent of the Cursed Seas that he was going to have to slay on his own. The beast would go for a quick bite at him, finding the barbs of his spear in its mouth and cutting through the soft skin. Taking advantage of the pain that it was clearly feeling, Brad let loose a few more jabs at the eyes of the serpent. One eye would be poked out before the creature decided he was not worth eating and left the boat to swim away, blood trailing in the water to show him that it was actually leaving. Keeping the javelin out, not sure if any more beasts would come out to meet him, the man walked back over to the help only to find a serpent climbing up from the very tip of the ship. At first he thought it was the one he had just fought, but this one had both eyes working and no blood coming from neither eye or mouth. Another one? What were the chances of two serpents within minutes of each other on the same boat? Unfortunately he would not have a lot of time to dwell on the subject, as this one seemed a lot hungrier and was already charging his way. Summoning a second weapon was favorable, as he was starting to get a bit tired from the amount of effort he had given so far, and he brought forth the pair of daggers that tended to cause heavy bleeding on those it hit. These would be controlled without holding them, dragging across the skin of the beast even as he poked at its mouth and head with the lightning enhanced spear to cause the creature as much as pain as possible. A few minutes of maneuvering and stabbing would happen before the snake-like creature decided it was no longer having fun and went for a killing bite. This bite would be narrowly avoided, though would take the boot off of his foot as it twisted his ankle at the same time. He would suppress the noises he almost made in pain even as he controlled both daggers to stab into both eyes at the same time. The blades would stab deep and be pushed ever deeper until the creature struggled and slowly stopped moving as it died. The man would cough loudly as he slowly limped his way over to his boot and put it on. The twisted ankle was still usable, but he would not be sprinting until his body healed up. Next thing he came across he would need to use his healing strike he had learned. It drew the essence of another into him, healing wounds and replacing what the body needed so that he could continue on in combat and survive.

Again moving to the helm, and just wishing that he could arrive at the port and get this hellish ride on the open sea over, the man would soon learn that there was even bigger fish in the sea; and they all wanted to attack his stupid piece of shit ghost ship that he was on. A tentacle would suddenly crash over and wrap around the edge of the ship before him, a strange gurgling sound coming from the water before seven more tentacles came out and wrapped around other areas and pulling up to reveal a massive octopus that seemed to want the ship dragged down into the depths. ”Oh no you don't! I am not going down after coming this far!” The man would begin staggering his way to the head of the creature, wishing to just kill it off quickly, before he would find himself being wrapped in a tentacle and slowly lifted into the air. Not wanting to know what plans it had for him, Brad would summon a third weapon to have out with him, his greatsword that would be controlled alongside the daggers so that he could two hand the spear. The greatsword would easily cleave through the length of tentacle that was holding on to him even as he had the daggers spinning around him to create a type of sharp barrier to keep him from being easily grabbed again. The creature would realize this, obviously used to prey that fought back, and would come at him with five of the remaining tentacles and leaving two so it could use its crushing strength to hold on. The Infinity Hydra guild member would wait until they were nearly touching him to release the inner power of the lightning rune on the Storm Spear. The burst of lightning it released melted skin and destroyed the sensitive limbs of the octopus. The gurgle noise the creature made was obviously of pain, and Brad was not going to just let this thing go now that it was so severely wounded. That would be just as bad as killing it anyway. A hard throw of the spear would fly true and puncture into the body of the creature, releasing a torrent of electricity into it until it slowly slid off of the ship to die in the water.

Brad would release the breath he realized he was holding and drew all of his weapons to him, breathing heavily and waiting for what was going to come up against him next. When nothing showed up after a good ten minutes or so he would allow all of his weapons to go back to their holder space as he simple laid down upon the deck of the ship. He had never thought to use the healing strike, much too worried about keeping himself alive and the bloat afloat, so his injuries kept him aware enough alongside the adrenaline coursing through him at the same time. He could smell the sweat and grime on himself, a smell he was used to yet not fond of, and was ready to head home and take a bath once the ordeal was over. Brad Clad would slowly make his way back onto his feet and walk up to the helm so he could watch the seas closer, not wanting to be taken by surprise any more than he already had, and noticed the port coming up in the distance. So it seemed his journey here would come to an end. Would Ardere Kasai approve of his mission he had been given? Or would he be disappointed that he had taken damage during it? Though could one really blame him for getting hurt during an extended fight? This was reality, after all, and battles were rarely ever completed with the victor coming out unscathed. That kind of thing only happened in child's fairy tails and other such things. Brad would fixate upon the port until the ship docked itself at it, mind thinking on the future and where he would go once he was done here. Should he go searching for some of his weapons that belonged to him? This rank up meant nothing if he didn't have his weapons to back him up on it. Once the ship was fully done with docking, the man would carefully walk off the ship to find Ardere waiting for him exactly as he had been told the guild master would. ”Sorry for the delay in getting here. This little ship was haunted, and someone released the Kraken on me in the middle of the trip. Not as fun when you're all alone, right?” The words were not cocky, but more of something along the line of a joke. He had gone on that ship with nothing but his requip items, which was less than he saw most mages with, and had made it out alive. It was something that he could talk about when hanging out with friends from now on, as well as something to reflect upon and improve from.