A Trip to New Arisalon. ATTN: Trent Kaliba, Milhin LeNoir,
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Post by Travine on Jul 28, 2017 7:25:13 GMT -8
The more Baracus had distanced himself, the more torture she had brought to Brom. She had dismembered him joint by joint till there was noting but his torso, neck, and head left. Even his eyes, ears, and nose were gone. She had finished him off by literally ripping his heart out and eating it. She was avoiding the inevitable. The heartbreak she would endure when Baracus would tell her it, them, were no longer them.
Tyr had tasked her to take Baracus and the Orcs and destroy the Xenothrian supply lines to the Capital. There was but one problem, the Xenothrian were using secret passageways and before Travine could do anything about it, she wanted her mind cleared. Right now, is was set on kill, destroy mode, any other thoughts, any rationality was far from her mind. The only person who had ever been able to calm her mind was her daughter. Where was Milhin? There had been talks about Milhin being on the arm of a public figure from New Arisalon, a man named Trent Kaliba. Must be the same Trent she had met that day in the courtyard.
Travine LeNoir, known across the lands for centuries as a crazy demon who loved to torture and kill. Who took great excitement in it, and now she was about to meet people who may have heard of her. Was this a good idea? She cared not. If any tried anything, all she had to do was use her Mark from Tyr and call upon Baracus. For though their personal relationship may be strained as of late, Baracus still had his job as Guardian to do and Travine was one of Tyr's Priestesses.
Leaving Brom's body to rot. She headed up to her and Baracus' room and packed a few things. Some clothing, and the jar of eyeballs that Baracus gave her the day they claimed their love for one another. That day was special to her, and she would hold onto it for as long as she could. The fiery redhead demoness left the Temple of Evil with one bag packed and not a word to anyone within.
The trip was long. She would not use any types of magics to get there. She did however send word of her impending arrival ahead of time to one Trent Kaliba by way of Phoenix. She actually paid her way onto a ship, instead of killing all on board and taking it over, since she had no clue how to run one of them and set off to New Arisalon.
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Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
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Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 28, 2017 17:09:54 GMT -8
Trent couldn't help but raise a brow at the message that Travine was coming. It was not something unforeseen. But still, creating a situation in which Travine could be predicted? Corralled? It would take some doing. He'd have the port authority lead them to a mooring that was isolated and secure. He'd meet her personally along with the Milhin.
Her arrival time was planned and plotted. He'd go no further without seeking Milhin, the two of them would be meeting 'Mother Dearest'. Hopefully, she'd not create any issue between easy transition and the presence of her daughter.
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Jul 29, 2017 19:57:05 GMT -8
Her mother was coming to New Arisalon? Her lips pursed with consideration as she contemplated the that information. Her mother was wild, fierce and sadistic. Somewhat lacking in social graces and etiquette. The thought of Travine set loose in the home city of House Kaliba was a tad daunting, if only because Milhin understood the consequences if her mother was not on her very best behaviour.
Milhin loved her mother. For a very long time they had been all each other had. There were times, however, that their goals did not align. Travine was very blunt, in one's face, savage and brutal. The darkest parts of Milhin's nature were more secretive, deceptive, psychological. There were times in indulge in predation and times where it was not appropriate.
And so when Trent informed Milhin that they were to be meeting Travine at the docks this morning, she was eager, but also hesitant. "I am not certain what her purpose is. Perhaps she only wants to see me. If that is the case, I will rent a suite for her in a nearby inn." She did not want to impose upon Kaliba hospitality with such a potentially hostile guest. Milhin's own presence was at times only barely tolerated, she imagined, because of Trent's insistence.
"I am eager to see her, though, Trent. When you are ready, let us go."
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:55:08 GMT -8
Darren the Black
The clouds had turned an ashen gray as they neared the last leg of the journey. Truthfully, Darren didnt enjoy being this far north. Too many strange magical occurences for his liking. Even recently he had heard news that some type of arcane explosion had errupted from deep within one of the northern cities, which though he wasnt sure. All he knew was that he didnt want to be here, buuuut while docking in Tyran a passenger had paid above the average fare and gold was gold. The Black Fleet wasnt always engaging in criminal activity to earn its keep. Besides, this was a good chance for his new firsty to grow her sea-legs.
Darren called down from the railing at the helm, "First mate Lylant? Where the bloody hell are you? Get your jolly arse up to the wheel! And you!" he pointed to Ryan, "What the hell you doin with that rope? Arnolds! Fix this dopey sack of crap!" Arnolds sounded off an 'aye' as he huffed over to Ryan.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:55:44 GMT -8
Lylant sat with her legs crossed on the upper deck, back propped alongside the sides as she dealt a hand of cards with one of her former crew mates. The journey had been long with little excitement, and a break now and then certainly wasn’t too incredulous.
She heard her Captain calling and smacked a card down to her mate, canting a grin as she did so. “I might be back,” she said, prompting herself upwards and hurriedly moving towards where Darren was at the helm.
“Ah, sorry Cap’n!” she ushered, “Didn’t realize we were so nearin’ the end, now did I?” Her eyes scanned the sky as the gray colors seemed to gape and consume them whole. “It’s a fitful place, innit? Nothin’ fancy about it, that’s for sure.”
She moved in beside Darren, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of her coat to adjust them closed. “Are you needin’ me to take the wheel?"
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:56:18 GMT -8
Darren occassionally allowed himself to wonder why women went to such great lengths to hide their form. It was one weapon they had that men didnt. Oh sure, he was attractive. Tall. Muscular in the right places. The kind of domineering presence most women on his travels had enjoyed. But he was not beautiful. Only women were. Most women could use their...assets to get just about anything. Lucky sons o' bitches. Done with the internal debate, the Captain ran a hand up and down the back of his head, perhaps scratching some itch. "Take the wheel she says!" he punched the arm of Erin, his pilot. "No, that's what we got this oaf for."
[Erin] The man cocked his head to face Lylant, showing a ghastly array of browning or missing teeth in one of the most lopsided smiles this side of the Mile.
Darren reached over and manually closed the man's mouth, "Naaah...nope! None of that Erin. Gods," withdrawing his hands from Erin's buck-toothed yuck mouth, he wiped them on Lylant's outter coat. "Can ya believe this guy? Wavin' that stink pot around? Nightmares!" He straighted out and finally explained why he wanted her up here, "Need you to check 'is work. Sextants on the table. Give us a course correction if you find any err."
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:56:55 GMT -8
Lylant knew her Captain was attractive. She had also spent the last 5 years on a ship with crew like Ol’ Billy with his yellow teeth and facial scabs, or Erin with his ghastly mouth. When you’ve spent that long in company like that, a tall, muscular man with a smart head was sure to cause a fluster of emotions in a woman who’d been stuck at sea with aged stench and wandering eyeballs.
It had been over a day since she’d exposed her anger publicly in the Belly. She hadn’t talked about it, naturally, but it had slowly begun locking her up from the inside piece by piece until she’d jump into action with any sort of task or game to keep from feeling the shame of it. Her Captain was hers, always had been, as her leader, and someone she respected beyond words. Admiration was easy; ignoring it was the challenge. He’d led his crew through many an adventure, and now she’d be at his side to lead with him without a further thought — other than to occupy the Jolly Mad nickname that fit her just as well as the cinched dark vest she wore.
She winced at Erin as the man spread his teeth; they looked like ancient, crooked tombstones. She gave a loud cry as Darren wiped his hands on her jacket, gently smacking his hand away in shock. “What?! Why you be spoilin’ my goods?! This here’s a nice coat, SIr.” Her face contorted into dismay, then piped upwards into a jolly smirk.
“Ah, you gotcha. I’ll be sure to check his work. About how much further we got until we dock, Cap’n?"
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:58:27 GMT -8
Darren the Black
"How can 'goods' be spoiled when theyre covered in seven layers of sea garb?" he teased before adding, "Probably heisted sea garb at that." One would be hard pressed to find any among his crew that werent wearing something they'd lifted from elsewhere.
Darren tossed a glance to the shore line, looking for features before answering her question. "By my count," he flicked a thin black insect from the tassels of his stolen Imperial jacket, "An hour. Maybe more. Maybe less. Did yo-"
[Edgar] One of carpenter's mates looked up from his task of smoothing out a jagged plank. "Will ya be wantin me ta fetch our fare, cap?"
A fire flashed within him, but it was contained. "Egor? Eggbert?" Darren fought for the name while bringing the cannons behind his eyes to bear on the young man who had interrupted him, "Edgar! Halt my poetic word flow again, and I will have you kissing the gunner's daughter." A sorry state to be in that was, bent over a cannon and flogged. While he so hated being talked over, he did have a soft spot for his younger crew. Perhaps they reminded him of himself, long ago. "Also, yes. Edgar, go fetch Travine from the guest quarters. She will want to be ready."
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:58:37 GMT -8
[Edgar] He trembled initially with fear, but found relief as the captain's tone had shifted. "Aye sir! Right away!" The deckhand sprang to his feet and made haste.
Soft spot or no, Darren couldnt let this pass, "Edgar! Could you look back... just for one second please?"
[Edgar] The skidded to a stop and spun on a heel... only to witness his captain giving him the largest middle-finger he had ever seen in his life.
A purely sadistic smile grabbed his face, "Yeah, you cant hear a finger mate. Seriously, dont interrupt me again." Darren then made a scooting motion with his hand, waving him away.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:59:12 GMT -8
Travine, standing on the 5th deck. This ship was massive. She wore upon her top a white button down blouse with the top 5 buttons undone. That blouse tucked into a tight black pair of riding pants and a black pair of knee high Leather boots. Long wavy blood red locks, kissed her clothing and flesh. Emerald hues looking to the waters, seeing the land coming into sight
Footsteps approached. She hadn't had any 'tea' since she started this trip. A fire flickering in her eyes, yet she shook her head to kill the thoughts of savagely killing the one approaching, Shredding his flesh apart with those razor sharp teeth. Eating the flesh and drinking his blood. A deep breath was drawn in through her nose and let out through her mouth as those eyes closed, thene reopened the emerald hues returning as the flames died .as she turned around to see the one they called Edgar.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 1:59:37 GMT -8
Lylant pursed her lips in a lighthearted, mischievous way. “Say what you will ‘bout this jacket, Cap’n, but the truth still stands that it’s a beauty. Pilfered it myself off a fine ladyfolk at one of the crossings. Ah, but she was a lovely one, and it looks real good, too, don’t it?” Her open palms spread over the deep red of the jacket, long since worn and faded from salt spray and cannon smudge.
It was missing a couple of the silver metal buttons; probably torn off by Lylant herself in trade for other good - like grilled eel, which was hard to come by, but which whet her palate. She was even caught drooling once at the smell of it.
She toyed with a grin at the interaction with Edgar, but kept the focus of her attention on Erin and any screw ups he might contend with. "How much our guest be payin' us for?" she asked, mainly out of curiosity and not in a desperate need to know.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:00:46 GMT -8
Darren the Black - Yesterday at 9:43 PM
He eyed her attire as she explained its origins, "Oh its a fine piece to be sure, me Mad Maiden. Fit for queens!" he said in apparent jest while flailing his arms high. "Tis a good thing it appears weathered by this wretched life of ours," he flicked a loose button--the one just under her bosom. "This aint no fashion show darlin. Would have been a shame to let ol shark tooth over here give you a lesson in apperal!" Darren pointed to Erin, who chuckled without turning from the wheel.
He could tell her question about the coin being made by this voyage was a serious inquiry, but perhaps it should be. Darren would teach her later about ways in which the first mate was supposed to keep the captain in check. He didnt like the idea of being reviewed, but it was necessary. At some point every captain gets too drunk on his own success and begins making mistakes. It would be crucial that didnt happen. "Well, shes payin more that a few silver buttons, tell ya that much lady Thorne," his voice a gravelly bass.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:04:48 GMT -8
[Edgar] The young man approached her with a measure of timidness. He removed his hat and clutched it to his chest before speaking, "Uh muh-muh-miss T-T-Travine?" he only knew her name and that something about her scared the hell out of him. He feared the Captain because he was the captain, and every good shipmate has a healthy fear of the cap'n. The fear he felt for Travine though... she was something evil. The way shadows seemed to follow her made him sweat with tension, "Captain Darren says we're almost to the port. M-m-maybe youd like to be topside?" he flashed a nervous smile.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:06:28 GMT -8
Travine blackened lips twisted into a grin as she heard the boy. Those eyes peering at him, almost into his soul. Oh his soul... he was lucky she wanted to behave on this trip. She could have sliced him right there. An image of those claws extending and slashing across his chest flashed before her. Eyes blinked for a second and her head nodded. "Topside. Of course"
She began to walk past him, a slight shimmy in her step as she did. She was getting close to see her daughter. Could she behave while there? Or perhaps she would go and create chaos, destruction? The thought occured to her many times. She could almost taste the rivers as they flowed with blood. Moving to the stairs as that flat ass wiggled slightly left to right. She began to climb the stairs to the top deck
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:10:45 GMT -8
Lylant sneezed unabashedly, the mist catching the wind. “Oh geez,” she said, wiping at her nose with the back of her glove. “There’s always something in the air on these new adventures that just tickles my senses. Did you ever know yer former Master Gunner had allergies?”
She squinted her eyes as if narrowing them would help her see better out across the waters, scanning for land. She had missed dinner and wouldn’t catch the time to find anything now, with the journey coming to its close. She hoped to convince Darren to park with her at a tavern somewhere and drink their merry ways into the night before heading out again.
Moving beside Erin, she leaned over his shoulder as if spying on his duties. Calculated notes were taken mentally, comparing them to the charted course. “He does better than I expected, funny enough. Who woulda thought there be a brain in that large head of yours, eh Erin, mate?”
She laughed heartily, the sound pushing past her open mouth and nearly dying into the raucous breeze.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:11:23 GMT -8
Darren the Black - Yesterday at 10:21 PM
Once he saw her head poke out above the edge of the staircase, Darren waved Travine over to the ship's helm, which was on a platform rasied slightly above the main deck. As she drew closer he felt both of his eyebrows raise slightly, taking note of her revealing top. Brave to show as much skin aboard a ship full of companion starved men. Then again, his guest wasnt the average female.
Darren knew when he took the contract to get her north that there was something... Rotten in her core. Something that yearned to devour. It was a look most people in the Mile had, a sort crazed aura that put the fear of the gods in people not used to seeing it. Travine was different though. She was undoubtedly evil, Darren could sense that much. She hadnt killed any of his crew though, and that was what really mattered. It happened from time to time, they would take on a dark passenger only to have their guest murder someone to satisy some ritual. Normally, that would only increase the fare of the traveller, but depending on who did it, they would have to kill that person right back. He was grateful he hadnt had to worry about that on this voyage.
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:11:58 GMT -8
Travine noticed the Captain as she reached the top of the stairs. He waved her over and she was more then happy to answer the summon of his hand. Those emerald hues taking in every inch of him as she made her way towards the helm. Stepping up onto the platform, she reached within her shirt. Those long, slender digits of her right hand slithering slowly along her flesh and disappearing slightly under the left breast. When she did this, the cloth of her blouse raised slightly then lowered as she pulled the small pouch of gold coin out and revealing it.
She leaned her head forward, bringing her lips just mere inches from his. "Thanks for the ride" That right hand coming up, dangling the pouch in the air. Her head pulled back slightly and those blackened lips curled into a grin so wide it exposed razor sharp teeth. "Perhaps I could hire you again some time" those emerald hues darted left to right then back again, "Though I can not promisssse that I will behave next time"
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Post by Travine on Aug 5, 2017 2:12:32 GMT -8
Darren the Black - Yesterday at 10:56 PM
He, along with the rest of his crew -potentially including Lylant-, were not one to let a good showing of a bust go unnoticed. He watched with interest as she produced the purse, "Good spot for that, close to the chest and all. Hard to plunder without gettin overly hands on," the emphasis an obvious innuendo. "And please do keep this here Black fleet in mind the next time ye be needin quicker travel," he reached for the coin, "And behavin issss optional. If somethin more carnal suits yer fancy, there are plenty here to choose from... 'Cept Erin here. Ye dont want that one," he shook his head, "But if it be bloodsport youre after... well next time Ill allow you to bring your own.... 'cattle' aboard at no charge. My thanks for not tasting the wares on this trip, " he flashed her a sincere, albeit decidedly dark, grin.
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Post by Travine on Aug 8, 2017 15:45:38 GMT -8
A cackle escaped her lips as she heard his words. Blackened lips parted in response, "Cattle is what I was speaking of. For that something else remains for one. Though he has been quite... distant as of late." The ship would dock and Travine would look to the handsomely striking captain once more. "Tah Tah... for now." A wink would be given and she would move to exit the ship.
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 12, 2017 16:36:05 GMT -8
The New Arisalon Port Authority had directed the ship to dock at a private wharf so that there would be no chance of Travine being 'misplaced.' As Travine began to make her way down the gangplank, she would not doubt notice a handsome couple standing not far from where it met the dock. They were waiting for her, it seemed, and at least one of them was familiar.
On the arm of a handsome blonde man, Travine's daughter waited eagerly, violet eyes watching with expectation as the ship sailed into the harbour. Surely it had to be carrying her mother. Milhin's hands clasped demurely in front of her, even while the butterfly clinging to the choker at her throat thrummed its wings restlessly.
As Travine crested the gangplank, Milhin tugged on Trent's arm and started forward, intently crossing the distance towards the other woman. "Mother, I've missed you." She said, finally parting from Trent so she could embrace the woman.
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Post by Travine on Aug 19, 2017 8:29:25 GMT -8
Travine came into the couple's sight as she made her way towards the gangplank. Emerald eyes looked about as that head slowly turned. Blackened lips pursed slightly as it seemed there was no other ship around, which meant she could not have her 'tea'. She had traveled all this way, behaving and something inside her wanted out, wanted to snap wanted to...
~Mother I've missed you~ Those words snapped Travine out of the state in which she was headed towards. A soft smile seemed to twist upon blackened lips as she reached the bottom of the gangplank. Those boots seeming to click upon the ground beneath her as she met Milhin halfway. "I have misssed you too my baby girl." Those arms came up, wrapping around her daughter for a split second before dropping and pulling back slightly. Those eyes began to roam over her daughter's face, her head cocking to the right as palms placed against Milhin's cheeks before lowering once again. "You look more and more radiant each time I see you"
After taking a moment to admire her daughter and allowing her mind to snap into sanity, those eyes lifted to the blonde haired man whom had stayed back for now. "We meet again Trent." Eyes quickly dart to her daughter then back to the man. "I hope you have been treating my baby girl well" The thought of the man mistreating her daughter in anyway caused images of those sharpened teeth gouging straight into Trent's throat and ripping it out of him started to appear in Travine's mind as flames began to form within her eyes. Blinking quickly, the flames seemed to have disappeared. Those blackened lips twisted into a smile for him. In the back of Travine's mind, she knew Milhin could take care care of herself, but she was and would forever remain Mommy's Baby Girl.
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 25, 2017 18:30:46 GMT -8
Milhin leaned up on her toes and kissed Travine's cheek with reverence. She had always been able to calm her mother when giving way to blood lust was not wise. That wasn't to say that the Necromancer didn't experience such urges herself. She was simply more discerning in when and where she engaged in them. Especially now.
With outward daughterly obedience, she maintained her poise as Travine cupped her cheeks and examined her. Her lips parted in a wide smile that revealed the tips of tiny fanged teeth. "You flatter me, mother. You are biased." She teased. "But I shall accept your compliments all the same."
Violet eyes followed Travine's gaze to where Trent lingered in her periphery. Milhin knew that look in her mother's eyes and it never boded well. Travine was extremely protective of her daughter, even knowing that there was no need. It would be prudent to reassure her mother quickly. "Oh yes, Mother. I am treated very well here in New Arisalon. I have every comfort I could possibly desire." She crooned, offering Trent a knowing smile over her shoulder.
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