Thread: Wizard On Board (Chaos & Myself)

Chaos said Legends speak of an ancient race of people, Wind Mages they were called, lost to time and history. Lost to the knowledge of man. A small colony of people, dedicated to the arts of magic, who forged a new power when the rock and dirt first started to drift from the planet's surface. They learned to control the winds that moved the floating islands. They learned to anchor them in place. And when man took to the air in ships, they made for safe passage through the treacherous windstorms. Their power was coveted, many wanted it for their own. But they answered to no man, keeping their now forgotten home safe from those who would do it harm. No one could find it, and no one has yet. That was many an age ago, and their kind is all but extinct. When their number had first started to dwindle they set their home in fog, and sent it adrift, so that none could ever find it's secrets. The Elders hoped that none would ever find this ancient place. But nothing stays hidden forever. Their people started to dwindle, it was only time before none of their race was left. However survivors of the race still do exist. Passing themselves off as regular Wizards, those Wind Mages that deserved to live a peaceful life, as much as could be hand in a time of pirates and a corrupt empire. Most Wizards offer their services to merchants and travelers, offering to protect them with their magic. Others who excel in the black arts take up job as mercs, or alongside them. Some even become fiercesome pirates. To find a Wind Mage willing to do such a thing is incredibly rare. Most are wise enough to take refuge far from the reaches of danger. Some though, can not avoid it no matter how hard they try. That is the fate of Thomason, this story's Wind Mage. A simple boy, with a simple desire to live a simple life. Perhaps as a farmer, have his own floating island close to the vast oceans that life beneath. That would be nice. But unfortunately for Thomason, that life was not meant for him. Greater things were meant for him, and they started with what seemed like an ordinary pirate raid on a small port. Pillaging and burning and taking prisoners with as much or as little bloodshed as to be expected. The pirate captain did not take long to figure out he was a Wizard, and decided to make a package deal. There was a Woman Pirate Captain who knew the exact whereabouts of a grand treasure, as grand as any normal man could conceive at least, and he would make a deal. All the women he had captured plus the Wizard as the creme of the trade. Surely that would convince her to turn over her map. Word was sent and they arranged a ship to ship meet in neutral air. The prisoners were taken aboard, unharmed past the roughness of being taken captive, the Wizard upfront. He waited at the edge of his ship for the parley to start. Click to expand... Rachel had heard the legends, everyone had. On occasion she dreamed of what it would be like to visit this hidden land, and she wished that it hadn't deteriorated the way it had. People were greedy and had wanted the power to themselves, and even the all powerful wizards could not protect themselves. Some of the race still existed, hiding themselves among the regular wizards. Depending on the wizard, their jobs varied from helping out merchants to dealing with mercenaries. Yet, they were still considered an extremely rare find. That why when she heard of the Wind Mage that was coming onto their ship, Rachel found it hard to contain her excitement. To people who didn't know her, she was extremely fierce and deadly, quicker with a sword them most men and had a truer aim than any pirate out there. People whispered when she walked down the streets, watched in awe as she was challenged to duel after duel and take down some of the biggest men alive. To the people who worked and lived with her, she was a giant goofball who liked to slack off on work and was very kind hearted. She never let her crew treat any animal they had happen to catch with anything less then the respect they would show her, unless that animal had been caught for dinner. She was also know as somewhat of a pig, seemly always eating. Her captain, on the other hand, was Rachel's polar opposite. She went by the name of Raven, and people cowered in fear when she graced them with her presence. Anything she said was met with a Yes ma'ma and when she ordered for something to be done, it was done that instant. Very few knew of a somewhat gentler side of the captain, and Mattie knew when it came to her crew, she'd give anything up and took better care of them than any other captain she had know. She was know to be cold and ruthless, and a better swordsman then even Rachel herself. On occasion Raven could have pity on a poor soul, and offer them a job cleaning her ship. This was the extent of her pity, and Rachel had seen Raven cut down men for not doing it exactly as she said. Rachel was overseeing the wizard trade, as Raven had much some things to attend to before heading down with the map. She tried not to make it obvious she was searching for the wizard, the men having not brought him up yet. Her eyes lit up when she saw his small figure, and she barked orders for the wizard to be brought up front. Hearing the captains footsteps approaching, Rachel tried to keep the childish grin of her face as the wizard was brought up. Giving him a good once over to make sure he wasn't roughened up too much, she stood at attention while waiting for the trade to commence.