Noah flicked his wrist like he was popping it as the ship was attacked, the shot not even registering. On the tip of his claw was a line of Greys material comming out from behind his claw. "She and I are we. So long as my flame burns, she will never sputter and die."

He pressed the little blob of nanite to the heart before covering it with the ectoplasm. "The child weighs more than the sun to magic. But just as the dead like dirt, she likes her element. She clings to it like a seed on the wind."

He suspended the heart and ectoplasm with the chunk of deactivated Grey stone in the tube Mistral manifested. "Into the space between spaces where you rule Lady of the Mist. Come hell or the grim rider the little one must be spirited away first."

He looked at Argent through the corner of his eye. "A silver sail has no need of a shield from threats unarcane as nothing save the loss of its soul can prevent it from healing. A ship's soul now slumbers and a boat is now made of paper."

He draped his wings around Mistral.
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With Grey's latticed heart now suspended in ectoplasm within the small tube, Mistral sealed the lid.  She nodded solemnly to Noah and then closed her eyes.  The tube's aspect shifted, seeming for a moment like a huge thing seen in the distance, then rolled into a shrinking polychoron before imploding into the place-between.  Draconic wings folded about her, although the sandpaper scales and proliferation of spikes made the hug somewhat less comfortable than usual.  Mistral tried not to show her discomfort, but she did have to extricate herself from the hug with some haste.

After this Mistral simply watched with bemused interest as Lola the possessing ghost rambled on a mad tirade, as she was known to do.  Before she had the chance to weigh in on Lola's sudden ability to communicate, there came a distant explosion followed by something striking the ship.  Mistral went to the rail, caught sight of the peculiar little ship, then took cover against a nearby wall.  She remarked drily, "Pirates.  I expected to encounter the unexpected in this realm, but this is quite peculiar.  A curious anachronism of un royaume intemporel, perhaps."  Her eyelids fluttered as she cast her sight down closer to the approaching vessel to better see what approached.

Prometheus looks at Noah's tail and then Lola said, "I'll be quiet. Promise."

Prometheus then turned his attention to Noah, "Should you wish it Noah, I should be able to cast a spell that will help....kinda. Your words are twisted but your emotions should remain true, thus the same way I can commune with animals, feelings, instict, vague messages and understanding MIGHT work. "

Lola, for her part, managed to remain quiet till the Pirates arrived, "Pirates... I didn't get to pirate ship when I Awakened. How is this even remotely fair."

Prometheus sighed, "For some reason I doubt they are going to gift us anything Lola..."

He remebers the cannons from earlier, "Noah, wait,  no, Mistral, do you know if those will work if Gray is disabled?"

 As Mistral ran to the side, she saw that the cannonball had hit the side of the ship and, unlike everything else that had impacted it up until now, this had done damage. There was a gigantic hole in the side of the ship far larger than what a cannonball should have been able to do.

 More shots rang out, each hitting the leviathan of a ship and carving out huge holes.

As her eyelids fluttered Mistral answered distractedly, “I would doubt it, but la technologie is yours and Noah’s expertise, not mine.”  She opened her eyes nearer to the approaching pirate ship, her expression growing more grave by the moment.  She blinked and returned to her local senses and cursed.  “Merde...  An experienced crew of sixty sailors bearing cold iron blades and flintlock pistolets.  The ship’s name is Le Jolly Roger and the captain is an imposing fellow with a waxed moustache, a peg leg and a hook in place of a hand...”  Mistral looked out to the crescent isle that now looked rather familiar, pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned, “Messieurs, I hardly believe what I must now say... but I am afraid that we may have sailed ourselves to Neverland.”

Mistral looked toward Noah and suggested, “Their cannons wound the ship more than they ought to.  I find this unacceptable.  Perhaps a touch of dragonfire would prove a deterrent?”  Meanwhile, she went to the rail and observed the ship’s course and located the rough locations of its cannons, then withdrew her brass mirror focus and began to weave circular patterns in the air before her.  A faint vortex of pale mist began to coalesce in the air on the pirate ship’s path, widening and growing more distinct by the second...

 Mistral sees three men get dumped suddenly into the ocean as the Jolly Roger closes in. The cannon fire stops, however it would only be another minute or so before the pirate ship had closed in.

 In response to Promethius's question, Noah found that he indeed could not access any of Grey's offensive or defensive capabilities.

 There was also the issue of Amy, Sabrina, and Alex below deck... simply protalling away would not be an easy feat... and bringing them with would entail dangers all their own. Bringing them with had seemed the safest option at the time with Grey as their protector...

but now...
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"Lets see how they like modern weaponry," Sal readied his rifle, and looking through his scope, tried to determine the best target. If he saw the man Mistral had described as the captain, he would take a shot, putting everything he could into it.

Noah was still for a long moment as was attempting to submit a string of code to Grey through that link Mistral had set up. I'd it didnt work he had another idea but it would take a ritual.

Once, using a mix of mind and space, he had at least attempted to send Grey a reboot code, he then moved to address the other issues.

To prom he shrugged. "The tongue dances as if at the goblin market. If arcane wonders can splash upon dragon scale and the rhythm of elven song, consent is given."

He pressed his lips into a thin line when Mistral mentioned us ohhhh ng dragons fire. "So early to paint the sky with star fire. Yet if Hook resides there the dead he has slain will surely rise to fight."

He started breathing in as his chest expanded. He did not want to tip his hand as his breath weapon was not something he wanted to use often. But this was Hook. The Hook. Trained at Oxford, Son of nobility, master swordsman, and the only man Long John feared.

And that's when it stuck him. Hook had one weakness.

Noah turned his head aside the Jolly Roger and let out that beam of heat into the ocean. He arked over and up to make a crescent. Drawing the beam across Hooks top most and main sails. It wouldn't founder the ship but with boiled sea water, a fire, and a wounded main sale... adding in the wtf factor.

And the sniper fire, and the vortex, and whatever else. There was a hope Hook would see the cost of open attack to be of no value. That would give them time to set up a dial up connection to Greys core.
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Prometheus frowns in thought, trying to figure out what, EXACTLY Noah was saying.

The Dead he had slain was probably useful, but this is Arcadia, and their is no guarantee bringing forth a second Set of Pirates would be any more friendly then the first.

However, "Everyone, lets not waste the rounds or Magic....if Mistral is right we don't need to destroy the ship, contact the dead nor do we need to find Pan or any other Fae. Fear is Hook's weakness."

Lola however interrupted him, "Tick, tick, tick, tockity, ticky tock. You're gonna be eaten by a Croc. See this is why I am glad I came home. Arcadia is AMAZING! Except for the Fae... trixie, trixie people."

Prometheus sighed, "It should be a simple Forces spell, and we can then save the ammo for the rescue."
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 Even as trained a marksman as Sal was, his excellent shot seemed almost anticipated by the legendary swordsman. He raised his hook and jerked back at the last moment, turning what would normally have been a fatal blow into a slight scratch and a destroyed hook, still, he withdrew from his station at the head, shouting orders.

 Noah then opened his mouth and launched a ball (not enough successes for a beam) of raw plasma into the ocean, creating a steam explosion and chaos aboard the ship.

Argentus looked at Noah, and heard Marlin's voice when first meeting Dory: It's like he's trying to communicate!

When Sal took his gun out and started firing, Argentus also pulled his out.  Argentus doubted he had the skill to hit Hook - or any other sailor for that matter - at this range.  Instead, he took aim at the largest and softest target he could find.  The center of the mainsail, with an attempt at hitting the mast through it.  He pulled the trigger, and hoped that the lightning rage spirit contained in his gun still survived.

When Promethius spoke, Argentus responded, "I've not the Forces mastery to make that, nor does my gun use ammunition."  He pulled the trigger at the mainsail again, or if he had already made it unusable, at another sail.

Sal said, "Roger. Can someone take out their powder stores, though?
 Surely, they have more than three men trained to work the cannons."

Noah did a small clap for Sal, making one hell of a shot. He tilted his head side to side, "Turn lost prince, turn the hell away." Noah leaned forward and started a galop before diving off the front of the SS grey.

Noahs plan was to get to the bottom of hooks ship and start using the razor sharp fey claws the realm stuck him with to start poking holes in the chinking of the underbelly of the ship. He would have to dig through the barnacles but pangolin lookin dragon gonna dig.

 Argentus fires his weapon but there isn't nearly enough charge remaining in the lightning gun to clear the distance between the two ships. Harry and Niri begin trying to work on something to let Argentus cross the gap.


 There was a small pause as the ocean erupted into steam around them... but the bombardment began once more... this time in earnest. It was no longer single cannonballs but rather the sky was now filled with small balls of lead.

20:41, Today: Manofdusk rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 10(+1),5,1,4,3.  damage to Promethius.

20:41, Today: Manofdusk rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,5,1,8,5.  damage to Mistral.

20:41, Today: Manofdusk failed (no successes) using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,1,3,2,7.  damage to Sal.

20:41, Today: Manofdusk rolled 2 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 10(+7),2,9,4,3.  damage to Argentus.


 The sky darkened as the leaden fury filled the sky, striking in an avalanche of concussive force, sending debris flying in all directions and ripping chunks out of the now fragile ship

PM
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In reply to Argentus (msg # 83):

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"Take cover! Let Noah do his thing!" Sal said, before taking cover himself.

Mistral was annoyed to see only three hapless crewmen tumbling through her misty vortex into the distant sea.  She’d hoped for more, but at least the cannons were silenced, albeit briefly.  Then came the full fusillade of grapeshot raining down upon the S.S. Grey, peppering them with burning shrapnel, which she managed to narrowly avoid.  Unacceptable.

Driven by a cold fury that these scoundrels dared to fire upon her people and her ship (which was also a very important one of her people), Mistral focused her spatial weaving across a broader expanse to leave no escape for the cannon crews.  Swirling mists coalesced into an immense horizontal vortex wider than the pirate ship it intersected.  This time, she fully intended to empty all sailors on the Jolly Roger’s gun deck into the sea.

Dragon wings are little more than arms with giant fingers that are webbed. And there was one thing that webbed fingers did very well. He was doing a galloping fly through the water to cover as much 'ground' as he could as fast as he could. His target was the bilges for the ship, if he could hamper their ability to deal with water and poke a few holes in the ship, with all else that was going on, the ship would hopefully turn.

If not that he was going to teach a crocodile to fly.

 While he was no Olympian swimmer, he plunged into the water only to realize just how difficult it would be to swim with pangolin scales. Still, he managed a weird wing flapping doggy paddle through the water, though he was nowhere near as fast as the ship without Grey propelling him.

 Mistral's sweeping portal saw another 6 men falling into the ocean far away, prompting 2 rescue boats to be deployed to go get them. The Jolly Roger was getting very close now. It wouldn't be long before the crew would be upon them.

 Another volley of shrapnel rang out, this time much more accurate than before.

17:47, Today: Manofdusk rolled 4 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 8,4,6,5,9,7,8,6,10(+2),6.  Damage to Argentus.

17:47, Today: Manofdusk rolled 1 success using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,4,4,6,7,4,10(+1),5,5,6.  Damage to Promethius.

17:47, Today: Manofdusk rolled 5 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,9,9,1,9,8,8,5,5,3.  damage to Mistral.

17:47, Today: Manofdusk rolled 3 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 2,7,5,3,10(+10,8).  Damage for Sal w/ "Take Cover".

Sal takes fire, but soaks some and heals the rest, then seeing Noah struggling in the water, and the ship getting closer, decided he needed to return fire, in case Noah failed to stop the Jolly Roger in time. He takes aim at the cannon crew. If he can hit somebody carrying an open flame, he'll do that, or he'll try to get the loader while he's holding the load, but before he puts it in the cannon.
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Noah poked his head out of the water like a submarine before realizing he was not making good time. So, he used the same trick that he used when he had stolen the EMP back at Talions yacht. He took control of the water around him to move through the ocean at high speed. If it allowed him to attach to the bottom of Hooks ship he would do his best to shove that mass into the first hole he would make.

He had a ship to semi sink.

Prometheus curses, taking cover as the bullets spray the ship. He had really hoped that either Argent or Noah could do it...

But Argent said he could not, and it looked like Noah was Noah.

"Admittedly if I was a giant fire breathing Dragon, of course replicating the noise an Alarm clock makes would seem like the boring option. Tick tock, tick tock may work, but you have to admit fire has WAY more style and flair."

It was in this exact moment that Prometheus realised EXACTLY what it meant to have someone who could hear what he was thinking able to be heard by everyone else.

He didn't like it... not one bit.

"People with bodies don't get to complain. Now are you going to try and summon the croc or not."

"I will be glad when we leave Arcadia," Prometheus said as he cast the spell.

"NOOOOOOOOO that's not how this is supposed to work. I want to see my Brother. I want to trace my name on the Watchtower, I want to see if my sister escaped to here or if she lies still in the Endless darkness, drowning for my folly."


OOC: 11:36, Today: Promethius rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,4,3,8,2,4,8.  Spirit + Gnosis + WP.