Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

'Here it comes,' thought Victoria to herself as the Captain mentioned something about her virginity, 'And as expected. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together... ship full of men no woman sexually depraved men who'll jump at any chance to have a woman.' She wanted to point out that problem could easily be solved by allowing women in the crew, but Victoria was quite sure that was not what he wanted to hear. Alena would have said it she had more control over her tongue than her sister. After all, that would have probably bought her one ticket of being raped by eighty men until they reached land again. No, that wouldn't be fun at all. Of course, if his men hadn't seen a woman for two months that implied he hadn't seen any either. Wonderful. Well, better her than Alena. Oh god... what would they do to Alena? As expected of someone who knew how to get what they wanted, he approached her as if she was his prey. He was only a couple of inches taller than her she herself was tall for a woman at five foot ten. She and her sister were truly opposites in appearance. So, it was quite easy for her green eyes to fearlessly meet his. Despite not having come to age of its fully glory, she started off, keeping herself consistent from everything she's said before, I have done some research on the Inzilom Medallion. Victoria paused, gathering her thoughts on the matter. It was obvious she would have to tell him something about it if she was to save her from the fate he implied. As you know, it's an item of great magical power- one of the most powerful items of its kind. Its power knows no bound. It blesses those who posess it with luck and wealth and all you can imagine. It enhances the user's natural magical gifts by one hundred times. With the right person, one can become a king... or even a god with it. However, with such great power there is a catch. First, only those of the Boswell bloodline may wield its power. Anybody else who tries faces a rather painful death, at this part she glanced at the captain meaningfully. In theory, any Boswell may tap into its power... but only the first child of the first child of the first child may unleash its full potential. And even then there is no gaurentee that the first child can release all of its power. The other catch is that it takes great will power to attempt to channel its power. The harder the request, the more it takes out of the user. Ask too much... and Inzilom unleashes his wrath on the asker and it rebounds on them. Her eyes never left his as her voice came out harsh, yet lyrical as if she were a storyteller repeating some great legend. Tilting her head, Is that enough information for you... Captain? arching an elegant eyebrow. The title echoed his good humorous tone. He was much too close for her liking, but she refused to back up. Meanwhile, below in the brig emerald eyes opened themselves with a loud groan. Fucking bastard, muttered a pissed off Alena rather unladylike. That was when she realized she was tied up in probably one of the most ugly rooms she had ever been. But then again, she was locked up . Like some wild animal. The very least she could do was untie herself. Surely there was some sort of spell she could use to release herself? Now what was it again? And how the hell did she get out of here!? A frustrated sigh was released from Alena.