Thread: Queens of the Seventh Sea (SilverScar & Erebus)

I believe you boys are waiting for me The backroom of the tavern creaked open on the windowless room, the hushed whispered tones going quiet for a moment as the final member of their little conspiracy entered. The candles of the chanaldier flickered slightly at the sudden draft from the tavern before the door was quickly shut, the sounds of music and drunken yelling becoming muffled in the stale air. Taking her seat at the plain wooden table, the women looked about the room with a slight smirk upon her lips. There were three others, two of which hid their identities with theatre masks and cloaks, all hunched and looking like something straight from an Eleborean play. The third was leaning back in his seat, scared face glaring at everyone. A truly pleasant bunch. As soon as she seated herself, the newcomer could feel the intense gazes of those wearing the masks upon her figure. Long dark hair framed a young, feminine face with bright, mischievous green eyes and a harsh, angry looking scar that cut across her face. She wore a black gold uniform that looked as though it had been pinched from a navel officer, looking very regal and expensive. It hugged the voluptuous curves of her body rather nicely, the dark material of pants pulled nice and taunt over strong, curvy legs. Leather boots tapped lightly on the ground as she patiently waited for judgement to be rendered on her appearance to complete the task. Finally, one of the masks decided to speak, it's voice sounding like gravel being crushed under foot So...you're the one who has been causing such trouble for us on Seventh Sea. I must admit, you're not quite what I was expecting...especially with the reputation you carry An understandable reaction. There were many myths and legends surrounding the waters of the Seventh Sea. Claims of underwater cities filled with golden and jewels from a lost age, tales of all manner of giant creatures swimming beneath the calm blue surface and of the many, many ghost ships that sailed with the unpredictable fog. It didn't help matters that the Seventh Sea provided some of the smoothest, fastest sailing between the busy ports of Saint Kahlee and Langside leaving the merchant ships and travelers with the choice of fast, risky travel or the safer routes offered in the waters surrounding the Seventh Sea. Even the Royal Navy had issued a decree stating that the Seventh Sea was 'unsafe and unfit for proper travel'. But of course there would always be those who enjoyed such a risk... Captain Alexandra Valentia was one of those few. Much like the Seventh Sea on which she sailed, Captain Alexandra was a woman that seemed to bring tall tales along with her every step. A princess who fled her faraway kingdom due to revolution, the daughter of a disgraced naval officer seeking revenge, and even the strange idea that she had, in fact, come from the sea. If asked about any of these, the Captain would only smile and shrug, offering little insight, even to her own crew. It was that air of mystery and confidence that kept her crew as loyal as they were, along with the fact that their Captain had been given the title of Queen of the Seventh Sea. And while this was a shared title, it remained a prestigious one among those she sailed with. That's right gentlemen. My crew and I have found it rather profitable to attack those who seek passage across our territory and I'm afraid your smuggling operations drift right through Alexandra explained with a wide grin, a confident gleam in her emerald green eyes I have admit, I was rather surprised to find you actually spent the coin to hire out from the Magelords. Ever since the War, there are what, only a few hundred mages left? Your clientele in Saint Kahlee must really want those drugs you've been shipping if you're sending them through the Seventh She was being cocky and from the subtle shifting in body language, Alexandra knew she was making the two masked ones angry. The third one, the already angry one, seemed to be feeding off it, his dark eyes glaring at her, looking for an excuse to go for the weapon he undoubtedly had hidden beneath the table. There were few reasons why a man would have one hand hidden beneath a table, and since Alexandra wasn't dancing naked on top of said table... What will it take... One of the masks hissed at her For you to stop this? Gold? A cut? Some Gho'la for yourself? This Her pistol was out in a flash before anyone could react, the muzzle kissing the glaring man on the forehead before the trigger was pulled, sending the man falling back as Alexandra stood up in the same smooth motion, the pistol turned on the pair of strangers wearing the masks. The smile and mischief were gone now, replaced by a cold, dangerous air, the kind that one gained from dancing toe to toe with death many, many times. The masked strangers seemed to understand what sort of a situation they were in as they sat in silence, though Alexandra could sense the deadly intent. I don't want your shit in my territory. I've burned every ounce of the drugs you've sent my way and fed the scum you hired to the sharks. Find yourself a King or another Queen willing to offer safe travel, but I swear if I even get a whiff of Gho'la leaf at sea, I'm coming for the both of you. Clear? The tension could have stopped a bullet it was so thick. While the pair of cloaked figures clearly didn't seem saddened by the death of their bodyguard, partner or whoever, it was clear that being on the bottom was not something they were used to, and now were being forced to grovel. Pride often made stupid people do stupid things, so when the one on the right suddenly moved to reveal the hidden crossbow on his wrist, Alexandra didn't even blink as the second shot went off and it was down to the final one. Smarter than your friends? She asked, motioning to the bodies with the muzzle of her pistol, the cocky smirk returning to her lips. A slight nod was all she needed, the pistol returning to it's place at her belt as Alexandra left the room with a teasing sway of her hips, tossing a few golden coins the barkeeps way as she exited the tavern and disappeared into the crowds.