What an interesting piece, I wonder where it came from? Mooshu? Marylebone maybe?
"You there!," someone called.
Coming to my senses, I looked over to notice Captain Avery himself called out to me.
" Uh yes sir!"
"You've been looking at my possessions for quite some time now", he tells me, "You're not planning on stealing them are you?"
"Oh no sir I was just waiting for you to finish with whatever you are doing"
"Do you have business with me?"
"Well more of question is like it"
"Well don't just stand there all day, come ask away" He kindly suggested.
Captain Avery introduced himself and his pet bird to me with a gentlemen's bow. Wow, I can't believe he's offering his time to me between his work and the others. He really is a kind man. After words, we proceed with my questions.
"Captain Avery sir, I was wondering if you know about the Sailing Nova?"
"The Sailing Nova you say?" He questioned rising one eyebrow while rubbing his beard, "Hmmm, may I ask what your name is my dear?"
"Tara Fairlead sir" I introduced.
"Fairlead…Fffairlead", he repeated walking back and forth, "Where have I-
"CAPTAIN AVERY SIR!", someone shouted bursting open the door.
"Good heavens lad! What is it?", Avery said in shock
We made way for the man after he catched his breath, then told Avery of a disaster happening in a place called Skull Mountain. By the expression on his face, it must be a quite dire one.
"A group of cut throats are causing trollies to go on rampage", he alerted.
"Blast it all! We don't have time for this!", Avery argued.
Troggies? Cut throats attacking? What do they want from that place? Whatever it is, I can't have Avery be distracted by this.
"Excuse me sir!", I announced, "I wouldn't mind taking care of these creatures for you"
"What?! YOU want to go into THAT mayhem" the lad serious questioned.
"You got guts I give you that kid, but I fear this is above even you", Avery told me.
"I may not look it sir, but I can handle my own in combat"
Avery gave it some thought and quicker than a snap, he allowed me to go to Skull Mountain.
C-Captain Avery sir, are you sure you want to send this lass to-
"The girl looks able to handling her own like she said", Avery told the lad, "Beside, all of our best mates are out now. We don't have a choice in this matter"
The man agreed to the vote and allowed me to enter the mountain. As the man escorted me through the very long bridge to the Skull headed island, I could feel very unsettling magic the closer we entered. Who is using this much magic, the troggies or the cut throats? It doesn't feel right, almost unstable to its pointing break. I must stop it.
When the man and I finally reached the jungle, it was in TERRIBLE condition from the ground on up. I hear constant gun fire from the Musketeer near by, it isn't looking good when you see them having a hard time.
"We can't hold them!", one Musketeer shouted while firing, "There's too many of them!"
"He's right, I see more of them headed our way now!"
He was right, they just don't stop walking towards them. This is going to get worse if I don't do something!
"AAAH! Here they come, RUUN!", another one shouted as he and a few others ran.
"HEY STOP, COME BACK!", a musketeer dog shout at me as I ran towards the troggies.
With the wave of my staff I hit the ground creating a spirit barrier to stop to troggies. One by one they hit the barrier causing them to fall back, but they got up like it was nothing. How could this be, why do they continue to trying break my barrier? Err there's too many for me to stop.
"Nnn…Hurry, I don't know how long my magic could hold them?", I shocked looking back at the musketeers.
"RIGHT! Ready troops!", the musketeer dog ordered," AIM…FIRE!"
All at once, sparks fired through my barrier and to the troggies, making them fly back. With the barriers' power and the guns' spark combined was sure enough to stop these creatures.
"Great job troops, that'll keep them down", the musketeer dog told his troops feeling relieved.
"S-s-sir", a scared musketeers said pointing in fear.
We all turned back to see the troggies get up once again, impossible! Yes the attack is making them struggle, but they are STILL getting up and moving not the least! Wait… the more I looked, the more I saw into the troggies's eyes. Yellow…Yellow is in their eyes, is… that? Before I had an answer, they stopped dead in their track and looked back at all together.
"Now's our chance!", Shouted a musketeer.
"Wait!", I halted them.
All together they walked back in a weird way to where they arose with a strange look on their face.
"PHEW, glad that's over" said a very relieved musketeer as he collapsed to the ground.
"Yea I hope they never back", another said wiping his head.
"Excuse me", I began asking, "These troggies, what color are their eyes suppose to be?"
"Well ahh umm… black and orange", one answered shrugging, "Why you'd ask?"
It's as I suspected they are possessed, that explains this magic in the air. It can't be a spell wielder the magic itself is too strong for them to keep THIS up. Whoever started this is going to make it end horribly.
"You, musketeers!", I said looking back pointing, "Stay here, I'm going on ahead!"
"W-what! You are in no position to- WAH!
"There's no time!", I interrupted when throwing something to him, "Take these, place them on the ground, and get reinforcements!"
The candle charms I gave him should buy me enough time by making a barrier like the one I made, but stronger, to find out what really is going on. I ran deep into the jungle without giving much thought to my actions,except stopping this magic mayhem . The jungle looked more in ruins with each path I pass, it was terrible. Dozens of empty tree houses, many caters thorough the ground along with spears, shields, and staffs, and small fires fighting to stay alive. There was definitely a struggle here alright, with the enemy having the upper hand. The question is: With what? As I pondered, ruffling and voices came from the west direction. So I followed, silently.
