Daubeny Family/Apollyon/Dark Tides

Public, Ask First Roleplay from Apollyon Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (46 recipients) - 18 days, 10 hours, 9 minutes ago Dark Tides: The Legion Comes

Nearly twenty ships sailed past the Islands, from Venas they could barely be seen, they were ships of oak, painted black with bright orange sails flowing in the breeze, the galley was pushed forward even faster by ranks upon ranks of slaves, clad in naught but chain and loin cloth, wretches who would row the oars in time to the beat of the drummer at the bow of the ship or in beat with the whip, it’s flensing hooks ripping and tearing the flesh of those who inquired the wrath of its wielders.

The wielders were men clad in black armour, orange tabards held to the body by black belts, the men wore masks of a dark iron, all wearing the expression of screaming rage.

“FASTER YOU DOGS!” One of the Slave Masters screamed lashing his whip out against a poor man, a farmer from Dwilight, taken months ago in raids.

Up on the quarter deck was a shaded litter, large enough to fit the lounge of the Lady Mistress of the Legion, she sat watching her ship push onwards towards Perdan, she cast a glance back at the man to her right, the Captain of her vessel, she grinned as she caught him staring, she wished she could admire her own appearance, she must look stunning in her battle gown, her Blackstone crown upon her brow.

She looked to one of her bodyguards “Lyle, how goes the rest of the fleet?” Abigail all but purred her question, the guard was unflinching, used to his mistress’s antics, coldly he responded “They are on time, as are we, they are keeping up, you don’t need to execute anyone, yet.”

Abigail laughed sweetly but her laugh carried her cruelness, she grinned “Lyle, bring me a slave, I don’t care who, I am bored.”

Lyle left and in a moment dragged a weak and young man, looking to be in his twenties, he looked sickly, clearly underfed.

Abigail strutted up to the young man, she lowered herself down to look him in the eyes, she took his head in her hands and softly put her lips to the man’s lips, the young man looked confused but became even more so when she stuck a blade in his throat, Abigail tasted his blood and stepped away, leaving the young man to bleed out and choke on his own blood, she licked her lips and savoured the metallic taste, she had been craving battle for so long, finally she would be able to fulfil that craving.

She waved her hand and the body was dumped over the side of the boat, Abigail yawned and then sat back in her lounge “Wake me when we are close.” she said before closing her eyes to try and drift to sleep.

She smiled again, she couldn’t wait.

Public, Ask First Roleplay from Apollyon Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (46 recipients) - 18 days, 10 hours, 8 minutes ago Dark Tides: Road to Perdan

Apollyon rose onwards from Venas back towards the city, it was about time he refitted anyways.

He looked out to sea and saw vessels, he thought nothing of it and continued to ride, bringing Julius the Turkey with him and his men.