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Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 12:06 PM


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A roleplay between myself and HollowClaw. You are welcome to follow along with the roleplay if you'd like, but please do not post anything if you aren't one of us. Thanks.
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 02:04 PM


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Plot
The seas are lawless now, ruled not by kings but by cannons and coin. Character A is a renowned pirate captain, feared across the Sapphire Belt for raiding imperial fleets and vanishing like smoke. Character B is a stoaway noble taken captive during a battle gone wrong. Bound in chains aboard a ship of legends, Pirate Captain and Noble should be enemies, but as the days turn to weeks, the line between friend and foe begins to blur. And when secrets rise with the tide, and loyalty is no longer so clear, what happens when they realize that the only person they can trust is each other?
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 03:36 PM


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Name
Anthea Celeste Harper
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Nickname
Thea
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Sexuality
Straight
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Gender
Female, she/her
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Age
23
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Appearance
Anthea stands at 5'4 feet with a slightly more lean and athletic build. Her skin is a soft, darker tan with a few freckles here and there. She also has pretty average facial features over all, except for a small faded scar near her left ear, a bit onto her neck. Her hair is about down to her shoulder blades and a little past, and she likes to wear it in a braid from time to time. It's a lighter brown color, but still slightly darker then a light brown. When the light hits it just right, there's slight hues of golden brown. Her eyes are a light green, almost a grey depending on people's prospectives. She prefers easier to move in clothing most often shorter shirts, pants, and boots. Often being the colors of red or in some cases grey. But there are times when their other colors. She occasionally wears jewelry, but when she does it often isn't much. One thing that is consistent is a golden colored compass shaped locket.
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Voice
While not overly unique and definitely feminine, in the beginning one could tell she was of noble birth. While she doesn't really use fancy words it was just... Clear in the tone. But as time passed that slowly began to fade. Now it's slightly clearer and maybe a little... Colorful when it's appropriate. You can easily tell her emotions with her voice, and she's often not one for whispering unless she absolutely must.
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Personality
Anthea can be a bit careless at times, but it's all in good nature. Most would describe her as kind, energetic, slightly childish, a little sarcastic, and can ask lots of questions when given the chance. But she's not always bubbly, don't assume anything quite yet. When a situation counts for it she can put most of that aside and be a leader, planner, and she has a great memory for remembering things she's eavesdropped on. Especially when it concerns her or people she cares about. So watch the windows and doors when your having a conversation.
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Hobbies
Anthea loves to read, along with swim with dolphins. Mhm, Dolphins. She's done it once or twice in the past and loved it. And with reading, while she doesn't have particular tastes, can enjoy just about any good book once she picks it up. Maps is another one as well, she loves to look at the things and chart them when she has the chance.
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Fears
Anthea actually fears judgement. Not overly bad, she doesn't fear what others think of her herself, but what they think of her actions. She also fears betrayal as well actually. As a noble, she was used to constant backstabbing or sweet talking by someone else's personal gain. Such is the life when born in the politics of noble life. She also fears Spiders, nothing more to be said on that.
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Strengths
Anthea is actually quite fast, as well as skilled with daggers. She can also swim relatively great distances, and is great at charting maps and using her inner compass to remember a directions. She also knows how to talk her way into and out of things depending on the person.
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Weaknesses
Anthea, having grown up as a noble there is certain common things she has no knowledge of, and that can get her in trouble sometimes. She's been also known to act without thinking at times. And while she's skilled with daggers, most other weapons are not her area of expertise at all. She can also tend to keep certain things bottled up to keep the image of the carefree one.
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Other
Anthea aimed to flee her position of noble actually, but knew if she stayed within the same area she'd quickly be found and brought back into position again to keep her family legacy going. She just didn't quite know the ship she had feld on would be attacked.

Edited at July 29, 2025 05:43 PM by HollowClaw
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 05:34 PM


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Name:
Leonis Damarien Castigan
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Nickname:
Leo, Leon, Arien, Ari
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Age:
25
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Gender:
Male
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Sexuality:
Heterosexual
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Appearance:
Leonis is the kind of man whose presence lingers long after he's gone, like salt in the air before a storm. Standing at a lean 6'1", he cuts an imposing figure, equal parts grace and danger. His body is the result of years at sea and experience in battle, a blend of wiry muscle and agile strength, built for fluid motion, brutal efficiency, and commanding presence. His skin is sun-kissed and wind-burned, a deep bronze that speaks of a life spent beneath open skies and relentless sun. Thick black curls fall just to his shoulders, usually tied back for practicality, though a few stubborn strands always escape, framing his sharply cut features. His eyes are perhaps his most arresting feature, a vivid green, too bright to be natural, too intense to look away from. They shine like emerald glass lit from within, constantly calculating, constantly watching.
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A constellation of faded scars marks his skin, the map of a life hard-earned. One slices across his collarbone; another, more jagged arcs just beneath his ribs. He prefers to remain clean-shaven, though after long voyages, a shadow of stubble often outlines his jaw. Leonis dresses with precision but not extravagance. A black captain's coat lined in deep green, worn leather boots, belts for weapons, and a silver serpent-shaped clasp on his high collared shirt. Every piece he wears has a purpose, a story, a memory, and when he walks, he does so like the sea itself: calm, powerful, and always a few steps away from violence.
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Personality:
Leonis is the embodiment of the storm held at bay. He is collected, charming, and quiet... that is until he no longer needs to be. He possesses a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, with a voice that can soothe a frightened crew or turn a threat into a promise. Charisma rolls off him as naturally as sea spray from his coat, but behind his easy smile lies a dangerous mind that is always assessing and always three steps ahead. He prefers not to lead through fear, but rather through presence, the kind that demands attention and refuses to be questioned. Calculated and cool-headed, Leonis rarely shows his hand before it's already at his opponent's throat.
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Though young, he carries himself like a man who has seen too much to be surprised and lost too much to be sentimental. Loyalty, however, is sacred to him. He will protect his crew without hesitation, and those who earn his trust find a captain who would burn cities for them. That said, betrayal is the one thing he never forgets, nor forgives. He has a code, one forged in blood and salt, and while it doesn't always align with the world's idea of morality, it is unwavering.
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Leonis is not without flaws. Pride follows him like a shadow, and he struggles to let go of the ghosts that haunt him, the fall of his family, the taste of vengeance, the fear of becoming the very monster the world once accused him of being. Beneath his polished armor of wit and steel lies a man who has never quite stopped running, not just from the navy or the legends that follow him, but also from the version of himself he fears the most.
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Hobbies:
Leonis does not have "hobbies" in the traditional sense. Every pastime of his is sharpened by purpose or tinged with nostalgia. But in the quiet moments between storms, these are things he turns to.
Mapmaking & Star Navigation: He finds comfort in the certainty of maps and the constellations of the stars. It's a skill Ravion drilled into him, but Leonis has made it an art. Charting the unknown gives him a feeling of control.
Knife Tricks & Weapon Maintenance: He often flips or spins his dagger absentmindedly when deep in thought. Polishing, sharpening, and balancing his weapons is almost meditative.
Tactics Games / Chess Variants: He is fond of strategy games and will challenge crewmates to them, not just out of boredom but also to familiarize himself with their way of thinking.
Swimming in Open Water: Alone, usually at dawn. He says it clears his mind. Some of the crew suspects it's the only place he ever feels truly free.
Singing (Only in Private): Leonis has a surprisingly rich, soulful singing voice, something few ever hear. He often hums to himself while navigating the sea or patching wounds below deck. Sea shanties, lullabies, or songs from his childhood are his favorites. It's one of the few things that brings him peace and carries a small echo of the past to him.
Sketching & Drawing: He keeps a leather-bound sketchbook tucked away in his cabin, filled with illustrations of places he's seen, old faces he can't forget, and dreamlike renderings of ships and monsters. His hand is steady and skilled, the linework graceful.
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Strengths:
Charismatic Leader: He inspires fierce loyalty, not through cruelty, but through magnetism, sharm wit, and unwavering confidence. His crew would die for him.
Swordsmanship & Close-Quarters Combat: Trained relentlessly from a young age, Leonis fights with fluidity and grace. His movements are a blend of dance and death.
Strategic Mind: He sees the battlefield like a game of chess. His victories are often earned before a single cannon fires.
Unshakable Composure: Storms, mutinies, ambushes, none shakes him. He retains a calm composure even in the midst of chaos.
Polyglot: He knows several languages, useful for trade, espionage, and navigating foreign waters.
Loyal & Protective: Once someone has earned his trust, he protects them with the fury of a man who knows what it's like to lose everything.
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Weaknesses:
Haunted by the past: He still carries guilt over surviving when his family did not, especially with his brother Darian. Nightmares and unresolved grief weigh heavily on him.
Trust Issues: Betrayed once, he is wary of alliances and new faces. Even those who are close to him often feel the wall he keeps around his heart.
Reckless When Angry:
Though usually calm, cool, and collected, if someone threatens his crew or harms someone he cares for, he acts without thinking, a dangerous thing for a captain such as himself.
Fear of Intimacy: Love, romance, and vulnerability terrify him. Such feelings go against everything Ravion taught him, and he doesn't believe someone like him deserves that level of happiness, not really.
Perfectionist: Whether in swordplay or leadership, Leonis demands the best from others, but especially from himself. Failure hits him hard.
Possessive of The Eidolon: It's more than a ship to Leonis. It's his sanctuary and his inheritance. Any threat to it brings out the darkest parts of him.
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Background:
The House of Castigan once stood as a pillar of loyalty in the court of the Eastern Empire. A noble line revered not only for its naval mastery, but for its unyielding honor. Their fortress estate sat on the sea-swept cliffs of Castigan Isle, a strategic stronghold coveted by many but held for generations by the blood and Steel of Leonis' ancestors. They built ships for kings, mapped tides long before the Empire claimed them, and were considered the monarch's most trusted coastal wardens. But trust, like the tide, can turn.
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When Leonis was only nine, the kingdom was gripped with unrest. Whispers of rebellion stirred in distant ports, and suddenly, a letter surfaced, false orders, bearing the Castigan seal, instructing the movement of imperial ships into a trap. The sabotage was swift. Dozens of vessels destroyed, hundreds dead, and all fingers pointed to House Castigan. A lie and a perfectly orchestrated betrayal. The court, desperate for blood and absolution, condemned the Castigans as traitors. No trial, no defense, and the king himself ordered the purge.
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The attack came under moonless skies. Leonis remembers the flames before the screams, and the red light painting the sea like blood. His father died defending the gates. His mother was slain in the chapel. His elder sister and brother fought alongside the guards. And it was Darian, his second eldest brother, who dragged him from his bed, placed a blade in his shaking hands, and shoved him down into the tunnels beneath the estate. "Live." Darian had said and closed the door. Leonis never saw him again.
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He emerged days later in a world that already considered his name cursed. Orphaned, hunted, and half-mad with grief, Leonis wandered the coast for weeks, stealing, hiding, and surviving by instinct alone. He might have died in the gutters of Port Caldrith had Ravion Merrow the Ghost Captain not found him. This man was a feared and elusive pirate lord who captained the Eidolon, a vessel as mythical as the man who steered her. No one knew why Ravion took the boy in. Perhaps it was pity. Perhaps he saw something in Leonis: rage, cunning, potential. Whatever the reason, Ravion didn't coddle him; he forged him into a dangerous man and an equally dangerous weapon.
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At first, Leonis scrubbed decks, learned knots, and bled for discipline. Then after a year, he began to train under Ravion's brutal hand in swordplay, in strategy, in the art of commanding men who would rather slit his throat than follow any order he gave. He grew into his sea legs, into his fury, and into his brilliance. He never forgot his brother's sacrifice, his family's death, or the Castigan. He will never use his last name, not until he has earned it back.
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When Ravion was killed during a skirmish off the Shattershoals, it was Leonis who took command of the Eidolon. There was no vote or challenge, just a boy of nineteen standing over the dying man who had been his captain, his father, his teacher, and accepting his legacy in silence.
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Since then, Captain Leonis Damarien has carved a legend from the bones of betrayal. He does not speak of his past, and no one knows his true identity or the noble blood that flows through his veins.
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Other:
Ship's Name: The Eidolon
Notable Crew Members:
First Mate: Talia Vexmoor - a former naval officer turned traitor, fiercely loyal and dangerously smart.
Quartermaster: Boon Redjaw - massive ex-gladiator, has a severely scarred face, speaks in short, curt phrases.
Navigator: Elian Drae - although blind in one eye, he reads the stars better than any scholar.
Cook/Surgeon: Mira "Rat" Kisune - rumored to have been a poisoner before Leonis saved her.
Weapons: A custom cutlass with a blackened hilt and a green inlaid gem. And a flintlock pistol.
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 09:18 PM


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The sea was still like a slumbering beast beneath the midday sun. The acrid scent of sulfur hung heavy in the air, stinging the nose like smoke and scorched metal. Accompanying it was the metallic scent of blood, salt, and the splintered wood of a wounded ship. These were scents that Leonis was familiar with, as they often accompanied his line of work. Men groaned in pain from the injuries that they had sustained, but Leonis paid them no mind as he stepped from the railing of the Eidolon and onto the rail of the Solenne. Dropping down onto the deck with a thud, he let his hands casually rest in his pockets as he moved towards the cluster of men that had been bound and placed near the main mast of the ship. Several of his own men were standing around them, and a few had their weapons drawn and aimed at those who seemed the most likely to try and start something.
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Aside from a small fraction of his attention, Leonis's focus rested on the man who wore a dark blue navy overcoat and finely tailored pants and boots. Compared to the men surrounding him, it was clear that he was a man of station if his attire was anything to go by. Then, of course was the glare that the man fixed him with. His sharp brown eyes, narrowed and held a defiance that Leonis was accustomed to seeing in many of the empire's navy captains. "Capt'n." One of Leonis's crew members greeted him as he came to a stop in front of his target. He studied him like a predator studying its prey, and then he was squatting down in front of the captain of the ship he and his crew had just taken control of. "For a captain of one of the empire's more noticeable ships, I must say I'm a little disappointed." He clicked his tongue as if to emphasize his disappointment. "I expected a ship and crew with... I don't know more teeth, and less sniveling." He added, aware of the fact that one of the younger naval boys was crying behind his captain, and many more seemed to be trembling and shuddering in fear. A few of his men chuckled, the sound rippling through the Eidolon's crew. He smirked at the sound before moving to stand up. "But I suppose that's all one can expect from one of the empire's lap dogs." He added, earning another wave of snickering and barely contained laughter.
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"Talia." He said as he stepped back from the men, bound and sitting on the deck before him. The woman stepped forward, her sharp gaze falling on him. "Keep an eye on them. If any of 'em so much as look at you wrong, kill them." He ordered before he moved to begin making his way around them and towards the door to the cabin that led below deck.
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 29, 2025 09:39 PM


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It had been only a few days since she fled her home in the dead of night. Sneaking onto a ship she had overheard her Father speak to his men that had been assigned to leave soon. It hadn't been to hard, she left a bit before dawn but late enough still that the crew was still out. The few guards that were there didn't pay much attention to the woman who passed the docks. They didn't even notice her get in the water and climb the ship from the otherside. She had hidden herself below deck before one could notice, and that's where she remained. Making herself a small, hidden makeshift place behind crates that she figured from the dust, were empty or forgotten about.
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Her only way of counting days was when she heard men heading to their sleeping places and when she could only hear the crash of waves outside. That was when she'd get out of her hiding place and sneak to the kitchens, eating what was left over and maybe snatch a thing or two if she felt like it. She'd then headed to the upper deck, using the darkness and stairs leading up to the wheel to keep herself out of sight of whomever was at the wheel at that time. She'd then watch the stars, sometimes to figure out what way they were going or just to simply watch. She'd then had back to her spot, eating and resting. And the occasional eavesdropping on the younger ones who talked a little too loud.
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It was on the fifth day, if she counted that she felt the ship come to a stop. Did they drop Anchor? Where they at land then? She wasn't a expert, but she figured it would've taken longer to reach land. Then she heard it, fighting. Or lack of for it only lasted a brief period. Did some of the men get into a fight? No... This sounded different. Felt different. She should've known she wouldn't have been able to have a nice and simple journey. She quietly made her way out of her spot and crept towards the stairs. Until she heard the door opening. She felt her heart stop for a moment but luckily her mind didn't as she quickly ducked behind a stack of barrels.
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They smell like... 'Ah! Not the time!' She ordered herself mentally as she pressed her back to the barrels. If only she had her daggers, but some stupid part left them in her spot. Well maybe whoever this is will just see it's a bunch of crates and barrels and leave. Yes, let's think about the positives because she definitely didn't want to think about the negatives.
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Edited at July 29, 2025 09:42 PM by HollowClaw
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadJuly 31, 2025 10:20 PM


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As Leonis descended the stairs that led from the main deck to the inner belly of the ship, he blinked his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness of the space before him. The wood groaned beneath his boots as he descended one step at a time, and then, when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could hear the wood creak, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he began to move forward, pushing open any closed doors and examining the rooms that they were attached to. Though he trusted his men and knew that they were thorough when searching the ship for its passengers, Leonis still always preferred to check each room himself. There was always a chance that something or someone had been missed. Once he was certain that each room was vacant of life, he proceeded to the next, until he reached the space within the ship where the cargo was held. Considering this ship was a military one, he did not expect to find any merchant wares, but that did not mean that the ship wasn't carrying anything valuable. Rather, the opposite, any ammo or weapons that could be had were often of far more value to Leonis and his men than anything else.
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For a long moment, Leonis stood at the entrance of the cargo supply room, his sharp gaze scanning it and its contents before he smirked and moved to step inside. Barrels, boxes, and crates were stacked atop one another. The fact that there was such a large quantity of supplies told the pirate captain that this ship had only just begun its voyage a fortnight ago. Perfect. It meant that the food and drink would be fresh, and that he and his men could enjoy one hell of a feast tonight. Letting one hand rest on the hilt of the sword at his hip, he slowed when he reached a few of the crates that filled the room. Lifting his other hand, he moved to open the lid, lifting it and then pushing it inside. Inside, he found what he'd expected: guns, enough of them to fill the crate to the brim. A grin pulled at his lips then. What he and his men didn't need could be sold for one hell of a price. There were always people looking to buy weapons of such fine quality, enemies of the empire and its nobility who would be willing to pay a pretty penny for weapons like this.
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After a moment, Leonis closed the lid of the crate and moved on to begin perusing the rest of the crates and boxes. Some held other weapons or ammo, and others contained the food and drink that he had also figured would be down here. As expected of the empire, no expense had been spared for one of its finest fleets. The food was of excellent quality, just as the weapons. There was meat, and fruit, fresh produce, and a variety of different drinks. Milk, water, juice, wine, and harder liquors. Perfect. Upon finding a crate containing apples, among some other produce, he grabbed one and took a bite. As of yet, he was unaware of the fact that there was a stowaway, and so he continued to look over the cargo, taking stock of all that now belonged to him, while snacking on the apple that he had grabbed.
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadAugust 1, 2025 11:29 AM


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Anthea's heart felt like it was going to give out as she heard the distant steps of someone decend the stairs. Each creak of wood rung in her ears ten times louder, and each breath she released felt like a death sentence. She heard doors open, and then close a few moments later. Someone was checking the rooms, and she was definitely now glad she hadn't decided to hide in there. One point for her, zero for stranger, for now. She knew to not get over confident quite yet. After a few minutes she hoped that'd whoever it was would turn around and head back up to the upper deck. But nooo they just had to come check the cargo.
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She shifted in her spot when she heard crates being opened, probably being checked for what's inside. She tried to be as still as possible, as to not possibly shift the barrels she was against or make to much noise. Honestly she had no idea herself what was being kept down here, but for as long as the stranger seemed to be checking the crates probably some very good stuff. Oh her life would've been so much easier if she had stayed home.
'Alright... Maybe I can make a run for the stairs and head to the upper deck? No that's a stupid idea someone who attacked a ship wouldn't be alone.'
She debated internally with herself. Maybe she could get back to her spot and get her daggers?
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Staying there might've been the safer, smarter option, but she didn't usual do things that way. So when she felt like the stranger was a good distance away- We're they eating?! Sound's like it- Nope don't focus on that. She quietly crawled to the next stack of crates, then the next, then the next. She paused at one stack when she had a clearer view of the stranger. A man from the looks of it, and while she couldn't see much from the light given by the few placed lanterns, she could tell by the outline of his clothes definitely pirate. Great. She finally managed to get to her space, and quickly picked up her daggers from the worn blanket layed out along with her necklace. Okay, now what?
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Picking a fight with a pirate probably wasn't the best idea. But she hadn't been able to get a clear look of him, so she had no idea if he was some important one or not. Maybe he and whatever crew up deck were some new ones on the seas and managed to get lucky. Hey she's been with this crew on the boat for a few days, and she could definitely see it happening. 'Alright there's another small stack of barrels to the right... Maybe if I can time this right and roll them that can give me a big enough distraction. Then take this one out, head up deck, avoid all the one's up there and get to the rowboat I saw on the back. Solid plan.'
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She waited until she figured the man was close, but not to close. Then before she could talk herself out of it, she moved and shoved the barrels so they toppled over, rolling. Hopefully she executed this plan better then her mind thought she would as she moved again, hurrying over the crates that she had been behind.
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(Might edit but figured I'd get it out.)
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadAugust 3, 2025 11:42 PM


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Several of the crew up on deck were doing what they always did, playing their part in maintaining order and ensuring none of the ships' captured crew got any dumb ideas in their heads, or moving things from one ship to the other. He could hear the sound of them moving around, shifting what they needed to, hollering to one another, moving to and from the Eidolon to the empire's ship. Leonis honestly wouldn't be surprised if the captain, with his defiant gaze, or one of his crew members, tried something. But Talia could handle it, of that he was certain. She was as smart and capable as she was beautiful. Her sex and her appearance often threw people off, got them to underestimate her, which was perfect. At least... it was perfect for her; to anyone who underestimated her abilities, it was a foolish and fatal error. The woman wasn't his first mate because of her looks. No, she knew how to handle herself around roudy men, could throw as good a punch as any, knew how to fight with a variety of weapons, and most importantly was loyal. It was one of the reasons that the captain of the Eidolon felt no need to go rushing back up to the first deck and felt comfortable enough to peruse the goods that he and his men had acquired.
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The apple that he bit into was juicy and sweet, and gods, it tasted fucking amazing. It reminded him of home, of summer days spent lying beneath the shade of the old oak tree that grew at the edge of the training grounds. Of his family, and his brother's laughter. They would often lie beneath the shade of that tree after training, their skin soaked in sweat, but with a happy and carefree smile on their lips. One of the servants would bring over a snack, usually an apple, and then they would feast on it as though they were ravenous barbarians. A faint smile tugged at his lips, invisible to the world, but there all the same. And then, he was stepping away from the crate that he'd snatched the apple from and heading towards a few of the barrels that were stacked atop one another. Mead perhaps? Bringing the apple to his lips, he took another bite and was about to step over to one of the barrels and pry it open to see what it contained when something caught his eye. Not movement, no, but still something that was demanding his attention. A bed... or at least what could be considered as one, considering it was little more than a bundle of blankets. Still, that was enough to have him pause in the middle of chewing the bite of apple he'd taken.
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Considering this was an empire's ship, a part of the royal fleet, such a sight was unexpected. There was no way that the captain or any of the crew who were currently bound and under watch upstairs were sleeping down here. Which could only mean one thing. A stowaway, and considering none of his men had told him they'd found an unidentifiable body on board, then they were likely still running loose onboard.
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Just as Leonis was about to begin making his way back towards the stairs to head up on deck and alert his men to what he'd discovered, the barrels that he had been standing by came crashing down. Instinct and his quick reaction had him leaping back, saving himself from having the barrels crash down on him. Normally, he would have looked at the mess, perhaps cursed at the wasted goods that came spilling out from one of the barrels when its lid popped off. But his eyes were fixed on something else, someone running towards the stairs. Without a moment's hesitation, Leonis was leaping over the mess that had been made and racing after the person who was currently fleeing him. He could, of course, let them deal with his crew on deck, and was confident that they wouldn't succeed in their escape. However, he was amused as well as intrigued, and so had every intention of getting his hands on the stowaway before they could make it up to the first deck.
Salt and Steel | 1x1 ThreadAugust 4, 2025 10:05 AM


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Anthea's mind was racing along with her heart when she got over the barrels and ran for the stairs. But as she got closer doubt started to make it's way into her mind. What if she can't make it past all the other ones up on deck? Than all of this would've been a waste of time. And she looked over her shoulder to see that she was indeeded being chased by the man. For a moment, the light managed to hit right for once, and she saw his face. She just about knocked into a crate so she turned her attention back to Infront of her. Where had she seen that face before?
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Then it clicked. She'd seen his face on a poster back home, or at least some version of it. He definitely looked slightly different. It was nearly on every board it could possibly be. And while yes there was a reward for whoever could possibly bring him in, it was mostly there for warning. Captain Leonis, just great. He couldn't have taken a day off? Or gone for another ship? Even worse, what was she gonna do now? She definitely wouldn't get past the crew above knowing that now. She could turn around and face him like her father would probably tell her to do, but she doubted that'd go well. But she'd do it anyway.
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She ran until she hit the bottom of the stairs. The voices she heard after a moment confirmed that the crew were still above deck. So she turned around to face the one that had been chasing her, and drew one of her daggers. She didn't know how this looked to him, and currently she didn't care. 'Maybe the renowned pirate lacks in fighting skill. Great thinking Anthea.'
She thought to herself sarcastically, before she blinked and returned her focus to Leonis.
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"Captain Leonis, I believe? Wasn't expecting to see you today. Say, you couldn't have picked something other ship? I mean I know the captain here is oblivious and a slight idiot, but come on."
•~•
She said after a moment, keeping her eyes and dagger trained on him. His captain coat, belt of weapons, just... All of it screamed pirate at her. She'd admit to herself that he definitely looked the part quite well. While she's over here in a black tunic and corset, along with simple pants and boots she had managed to snatch from her sister's closet before leaving home. She couldn't exactly be stowing away in dresses and heels now could she. Wait, ah she's getting distracted again. She quickly turned her gaze away from his clothing and back on his eyes. Alright, she's focused again.
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