For a Journey down the Seas [ closed ]
Jul 4, 2007 1:53:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2007 1:53:37 GMT -5
Human Bonds: Introduction
[ open to Closcian Yumeii & Devlin only ]
[ open to Closcian Yumeii & Devlin only ]
The Caribbean. The world of pirates and scoundrels and innocents caught in the nights of drunken slurring. A dark Port Royal, yet like everything, in the sunshine it bloomed, looking like the tropical paradise that the British colonies had first seen when brining the Port under British rule in the name of the King. Of course, although calling itself a pirate free placement, it was hard to keep them from coming. But the hanging corpses of the pirates that had stepped into the Port were a haunting reminder that they were not welcome. Threatening and horrific to behold. Yet there were more threatening things that could be seen on the waters of the Caribbean, so much more mystery to behold, threatening the seas with fiery temperaments and whispered fears.
For a journey down the seas, furthering the distance from civilization brings those lost and those seeking help to a twisting lake, large enough only for a rowboat to be sailed. A swamp-like terrain, greenery casting the area into an eternal night, the flickering of candles seen, clutched by dark skinned inhabitants, peering cautiously at any newcomer that might arrive. They seemed fearful, perhaps even lost, but grateful for the home, a loyalty to the one who ruled above them in enigmatic mystery. For whilst their dwellings were hidden further on the small lands, one, stacked above the waters was visible amongst all, a strange shack like building that enchanted with an unearthly hum coming from inside.
Few seeked out its occupant, a feared voodoo priestess, rumored to be the most powerful in all of the Caribbean, a woman with such change that her actions were entirely unpredictable, and to see her landed great risk. For she changed like the seas, helping and then taking something in return. Mild mannered it may be a trinket that caught her eyes, catch her turbulence and she’d take more than even your most prized possession, for it was said that she could take the living and send them to the other world, the afterlife of death. Where you could not return, doomed to have your life cut short. Whispers told that she could do that, her powers so bold that she could decided the life and death of those she met, or held in her bewitching gaze as she surveyed the entire seas from one spot.
Many stories had been said about the priestess Tia Dalma, and most of them were true in some form. Powerful she was, but not as she once was. And whilst she burned with the raging storms of her nature, she still pined for what she loved. Like any woman she had needs. Love. Even at the heights of her power it was something that she had wanted. Need to feel. And then it had been taken away from her. And with the revelations of flesh and bone, she found it had to bear. Yet a woman of mystery, she covered up such thoughts, loosing them to the winds as ages passed on, many seeking advice, and each time she smirked that bewitching grin, luring sailors towards the seas.
Yet as time passes, remembrance could only make a dramatic return. For she was not the only fable on the seven seas. Another could be heard, a subject that she only knew far too well. It was of a fearsome Captain, who had also fallen to the severing of love. Tia knew many things, and perhaps knew too well of love and the ties that could be so easily severed with such simple means.
Yet now she shook her head, twisted locks shaking slightly in the night’s air as she stood, leaning against the banisters of her home, enigmatically gazing into the entrance of the swamp lands with dark eyes. He hands clutched a strange pendant, crab shaped and glinting as the flickering of candles caught its gleam. An almost dream like expression could be seen on the façade of Tia Dalma, and as robes billowed in the slight winds, the seas called out to her, their voice strengthened from that what she had once heard. With every rustle she heard the winds call out her true name, yearning to wrap her in their embrace, to bring her back from where she once belonged.
But she could not. For it had taken so much to bind her, and it took that to set her free. And how could attempt to save herself, when those she helped fled from other worlds, fled from returning the favor. Too long had she wanted to be with the sea once more and too many times had she been let down. Almost subconsciously she looked towards the ajar door, peering inside at a filled table, crab claws shaped into a strange patterning, deciphered by only she who could read what they foretold.
For on this night a great change would happen, the beginnings of a shift in power. And whilst destiny told her to watch out for those who would shape the future, even she was not certain of what would happen as time progressed. Though secretly she smiled, caressing her locked and Tia Dalma looked to the waters once more, a calling louder, the possibility of return greater as destiny gave the offer of release from her confinements…