<Storyteller> The ship speeds along the byways keeping the Gridion within sight
<Storyteller> The Gridion tries to keep a distance between the two Tempest ships,
but seems to be slowing
<Storyteller> The Yorker's crew runs about the deck of the ship tieing this, moving that.
<Storyteller> The captian barks orders and looks to Nachabe, "What does that ship have
that's so important?"
* Nachabe remains silent on the deck of the ship
* Remy stands right near the front of the ship, looking like he's going to jump off as soon as
they get to shore
<Remy> "De bastards on that ship stole a little boy."
<Storyteller> The captain nods and continues the orders to follow the ship
* Erik stares at the ship while a feeling of dread grows inside of him
* Nachabe is on the deck of the ship
* Erik is on the deck, closer to the bow
<Storyteller> The Gridion seems to be turning towards another byway, changing directions and speed <Storyteller> The Yorker turns sharply and keeps up with the gridion but just barely
* Remy taps his cane nervously
<Storyteller> There is a shout from the crowsnest
* Nachabe gets out his flute
<Storyteller> the entire crew abruptly stops what they were doing
<Storyteller> The Captains eyes grow larger as he looks to where the nestman was pointing
* Erik looks
* Nachabe looks
<Storyteller> "What did you say?"
<Storyteller> "MAELSTORM!!!!"
<Remy> "What?"
<Nachabe> "What?"
<Erik> "Oh wonderful. Dead for such a short time, and now I'm about to be destroyed forever. Just wonderful."
<Storyteller> In the distance, a twisting, black tornado of tempest, is whirling towards the ships,
leaving destruction in it's path.
<Nachabe> "What do we do?" Nachabe yells to no one in particular
<Storyteller> "Below decks, below decks!!!" yells the captain
* Nachabe gets below decks
* Remy rushes below, while tracing what looks like a warding rune in the air with his cane
* Erik heads below decks
<Storyteller> The entire crew scampers towards the hullhole,
* Remy offers his hand to the members of his cohort, as well as the captain
* Erik takes Remy's hand
<Erik> "Don't say anything...not a thing!"
* Nachabe takes Erik's hand
<Storyteller> Brianna runs below decks and grabs ahold of Remy's hand
<Storyteller> "What do we do," she says.
<Remy> "Ride it out, cher, ride it out."
* Gerard appears. "Hey, whats going on?"
<Storyteller> You can see throught the portside window, the storm is getting closer. The Gridion
seems to be heading straight for it
* Remy drops his hands. "It's no good! I can't fight off the fury of dis storm!"
* Gerard grabs a hold of Remy's hand.
<Storyteller> The Gridion hits the storm and is taken off the surface of the Tempest by it. You
can see it whirl around inside of the storm, it's crew still on deck.
* Nachabe chants a tribal song of protection
<Storyteller> The Yorker is struck by the storm, the blow lessned by Nachabe's song.
<Remy> Nachabe: {how many voices have cried out for the mercy of the Maelstrom? Keep your
voice in your throat. You will need it for the screams you release on your way to Oblivion}
<Storyteller> You all stay on your feet, but many of the crew fall to the floor and begin to slide
towards the hullhole as the ship begins to overturn
* Remy reaches out with his cane for one of the men to grab onto
<Storyteller> Bri-"Nach, take my hand!!!"
* Nachabe strengthens his resolve as he realizes that he is helping his friends surrive this terrible
storm
* Nachabe takes Brianna's hand
<Bork> The Yorker convulses in the storm, and begins to overturn
<Erik> "This is NOT what I need right now..."
<Bork> Bri begins to slip towards the hullhole
<Bork> "Help!!"
* Nachabe grabs ahold of her
* Erik reaches out for Bri
* Remy reaches out for Bri and Nachabe
* Gerard holds on for dear life after what he has just experienced in his cabin, he doesn't want to go through anymore terror.
<Bork> Nachabe catches hold of Bri's hand
<storyteller> Remy grabs ahold of Bri's collar with his cane
<storyteller> Several of the crew fall through the hole, you can hear their screams in the howling wind.
* Remy pulls Bri up
<storyteller> You feel the storm pick up the ship and their is a sickening feeling as the ship becomes airborne
<storyteller> You can feel the ship falling and there is a loud crash as the ship lands upon something solid.
* Remy curses a storm en francis
<storyteller> There is silence now, as the storm, as suddenly as it appeared, is just as suddenly gone. <storyteller> Brianna stands on shaking legs
<Remy> "You okay, cher?"
<storyteller> Bri nods dazedly
<storyteller> "Is everyone ok..."
<Erik> "Well, that was fun."
<Remy> "I t'ink so."
<Nachabe> "I am ok."
<storyteller> Two crewmen stand and shake their heads
<storyteller> "I'm alright."
<storyteller> "Me too."
* Remy looks out the breach in the hull
<storyteller> one of them walks over to the form of the Captain
<storyteller> "Captain? Captain you ok?" he asks.
<storyteller> The form moves quickly and deadly, a long blade portrudes through the crew member, as the captain stands
<storyteller> The crew member slumps to the ground his form rippeling as it sinks into Oblivion
* Remy draws his soulfire pistol, and cocks it
* Erik draws his gladius
* Nachabe begins to play his flute
<storyteller> "Just fine," the captain says. his face is twisted, blackened veins draw an ugly map across his face
* Gerard pulls out his blade, ready to defend himself.
<storyteller> The spectere backs off a moment and looks at Remy with a puzzled look on it's face.
* Nachabe continues to play his flute in calming tones, the immediate area seems to banish the presence of darkness
<storyteller> "Look what you've done to my ship."
* Remy looks at the form of the captain.
<storyteller> A storm begins to thunder through the hull
<Erik> "NOOOOO!!!!"
<Remy> "hmmn. Impressive."
<storyteller> The captain laughs and pulls out an old fashioned pistol
<Remy> "Mine is bigger than yours, amie." Remy says with a smirk
* Gerard starts reciting versus from the bible, and waving his hand in a way that entrances the group. <storyteller> the shade staggers a bit but shakes it off
* Remy pulls back the trigger, and aims his soulfire pistol at the captain, feeling regretful that he must destroy the man who gave us a ride. He hesitates a bit, then lets loose with the shot
<Gerard> Remy:{Almost like the fellows that killed you. I congradulate you on a fine attempt at murder.}
<Gerard> Remy:{Maybe you should have joined the Syndicate.}
<storyteller> The Shade takes shot and grimaces in pain, it aims the pistol at you and smiles as it fires
* Remy hesitates for a second, then retorts..non, dis is in self defense! he killed one of de crewmen) <Gerard> Remy:{Are you sure its self defense. You were the one to shoot first.}
<storyteller> The shot goes wide and hits above Remy's head
* Erik creates a swirling vortex of ghostly ether around the shade's head, obscuring its vision and confusing it
<storyteller> The area grows quiet, then a low hummming begins to ensue, suddenly a Vortex appears around the spectere
<Erik> "GOTCHA!"
<storyteller> it begins to scream it's defiance as slowly, it discorpeates
<storyteller> The lone crewman shakes his head in sorrow
* Remy picks it up
<Remy> "Can any of you use dis?"
<Gerard> "I could."
* Remy tosses it to Gerard
* Gerard catches it. "Thanks."
<Remy> "No problem, mon amie."
* Remy looks out the breach in the hull
<storyteller> You look out to see that you are shipwrecked upon land
* Erik gets off the ship
* Erik looks around
* Gerard gets off the ship, and looks around.
<storyteller> The island is covered in moliated statues and soul-forged art pieces
<storyteller> Some are grotesque while others are macabrely beautiful
<storyteller> Brianna looks around and then back at the broken ship
<storyteller> "What do we do now?"

to be continued.