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Pirate Island
NarutardDate: Th, 04.August.11, 7:51 PM | Message # 1
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The seas have disappeared. Most of our ships are stuck in the sand of what used to be ocean. New continents have been formed but population has drastically fallen. Why? It rarely rains now and when it does, it's only near lakes and rivers. But, we of Pirate Island have created irrigation systems for our crops and easily domesticated animals for our meaty needs.

Pirate Island is one island of secen harbored in the one last ocean in the world, the Atlantic. No one really knows why, but it's led to rumors that the Americans, the ONLY prostering country, are the ones who stole the water of the world. Anyways, seven islands remain in the low water levels of the Atlantic ocean and they are all owned, well, ruled, by pirates. Our Pirate Island is ruled by Captain Phoenix, one of the Seven Scourges of the sea. Naturally, the other six islands are owned by the other Scourges.

Captain Phoenix is the youngest of the scourges, and suprisingly harbors the fieryist personality, hense the name. But the personality is only half of it, her bright red hair carries the name for her. Oh yeah, did I mention Captain Phoenix is a hirl? The only girl Scourge, 16 years old, and Captain of Pirate Island. We are her crew and now her colony, and we prepare for war. Captain Phoenix has angered the Scourges again and now we have to wage battles against all six crews of the most powerful pirates in the world. Personally, I'm not worried about us, the crew, we're trained and stubborn. The one I'm worried about is Captain Phoenix. She has to fight each and every Scourge and though she is a Scourge herself, she is the smallest, youngest, least experienced and, more importantly, a girl. But, all we can do is cheer her on and fight our own battles.

Xander, the Pirate, Lieutenant Captain


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NarutardDate: Fr, 01.June.12, 10:56 PM | Message # 6626
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Dianne
I nodded.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:16 PM | Message # 6627
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Natayla:

Storm, Dad, and myself split for our dragon. The easy part was getting his attention, as all three of us shot the side of it's neck. The hard part however, was just beginning.

(Hang on Hang on...last time I wasn't prepared when we did something epic like this *goes away for ten seconds*

*Comes back with the Pirates of the Carribien music blaring* )


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NarutardDate: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 6628
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Dianne
I walked with Cain, looking around. "where is it...?"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 6629
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(Shall I...or is this one all yours?)

Cain:

It burst from the ground and roared at us. "Awnser your question"

Natayla:

Dad pushed me out of the way of fire, his jacket getting burned slightly. Storm tried to stop time around the thing, but it moved normaly swatting him away like a fly.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:33 PM | Message # 6630
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(You plz)
Dianne
I stumbled backwards.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:37 PM | Message # 6631
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(Mkay, but you gotta borrow Cain)

Dragon:

I roared in their faces and breathe fire

Natayla:

I lept up and tried to cut its leg, but my sword got stuck. It started to chase me.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:40 PM | Message # 6632
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(Sigh...Cain got knocked out)
Dianne
I blocked it with a sweep of my scythe and lept at it.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:42 PM | Message # 6633
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Natayla:

I heard cracking but I didn't know for where. I saw Dad leap up and kick the thing in the jaw, than hold his foot.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 01.June.12, 11:57 PM | Message # 6634
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Dianne
I growled and jumped at it, slicing. My scythe connected with its foot, slicing it clean off.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:05 AM | Message # 6635
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Dragon:

I stumbled but smacked her away with one swipe of my paw.

Natayla:

I kept hearing cracking than I saw its leg snap off.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:16 AM | Message # 6636
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Dianne
I caught myself and spat at its feet. "Ya big lizzard."


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:19 AM | Message # 6637
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Dragon:

I breathed fire at her

Natayla:

It started to stumble. I pulled out my blade as it fell, I jumped up and cut off its snout with Dad's help.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:24 AM | Message # 6638
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Dianne
I sliced it's throat open and stood over it quietly. I slammed my scythe against the ground and a portal opened up. "Poor..mistreated creature...go one like you were supposed to do all those years ago," I said quietly.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:27 AM | Message # 6639
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Natayla:

I hi fived Dad, and hugged Storm. When the island got quiet

Dragon:

I said in my language. "Thank you"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:31 AM | Message # 6640
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Dianne
I kissed his snout as he disappeared and picked up Cain to go help the other one into the beyond.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:44 AM | Message # 6641
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Cain:

I groaned awake. "Wait...Dianne...stop for a second..." I said quietly "Do you hear anything?"

Natayla:

"We always heard the moaning of the damned" I said looking around. "It just doesn't get quiet.

Un-Life:

I leaped and growled at them, looking about their size. "You pirates understand you are dealing with powers you can't hope to comprehend!?" I shouted at them.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:46 AM | Message # 6642
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Dianne
I looked up quietly. "You understand you're dealing with Immortals?"


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:50 AM | Message # 6643
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Un-Life:

I looked at her and said "I didn't say I would kill you...zombizim is so much easier than murdering...wouldn't you agree"

Natayla;

I punched him right in the face "SHUT UP!" He didn't even flinch or move his head. He picked me up by my neck, when I saw Dad shoot at him. I was dropped, and looked at him.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 0:58 AM | Message # 6644
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Dianne
I growled. "You know, the goddess of death can just as easily...counteract your powers..."


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:02 AM | Message # 6645
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Un-life:

I turned my hand and her body started to rot. "You were saying..."

Natayla:

I looked at Dad. "Dad...what's going on"

Dad blushed "Now might be a good time to tell you guys that...we...umm...have been kind of putting off making you guys immortal thing...."

I started to shake him "WHAT!? WHY THE HELL DIDN"T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?"

"I didn't think it would ever come up!" he said quietly.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:08 AM | Message # 6646
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Dianne
I screamed in pain, falling to my knees.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:09 AM | Message # 6647
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Cain:

I distracted it with a deck to the face and Dianne shifted to normal

Natayla:

"Okay...Dad...Immortals...now...who is and who isn't"

Dillon:

"Me, Your mom, Grim, Reagan, and Dianne since she took over Grim's job"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:10 AM | Message # 6648
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Dianne
I winced and ran to attack him.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:11 AM | Message # 6649
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Un-Life;

I turned and smack her down. "How...feeble"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 02.June.12, 1:12 AM | Message # 6650
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Dianne
"Help, maybe?!" I shouted.


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