Recent content by Maeve Blackwood

Maeve nodded to Garrod and Filoa, understanding the need of saving a ship. For she'd been through it before. The Kiva's Fury was raised from the dead, a corpse among a watery grave. It had broken her heart, but then again it was also her fault. It was that rage, that anger that blossomed from...

Now that she wasn't being seen in the same light as those slugs, Maeve breathed a sigh of relief. Her ship pulled abreast, and lowered its gangplank across the rails of the other ship. They'd have to climb up onto it, but it was sturdy, if somewhat otherworldly. It was a walk made of dying...

Clearly Maeve wasn't thinking clearly when she ascended the side of the ship and then plopped down on deck, octopus legs writhing as they carried her. She looked at Elinyra, at her whip held at ready to swat her. "Don't! I be a...scallywag!" she called out, raising her green, rotting hands in...

While Kiva's Fury made its lumbering turn toward the Sea Demon, Maeve raced to the crow's nest. She quickly climbed the mast with the practice of someone who did it often. The pirate liked a hands-on approach, and the vantage point was perfect. As she reached the top, the first spray of fire...

When the sea was smooth, it was of no difference than a storm to Maeve. Her ship sailed through the water when necessary, as ghost ships are wont to do. She rose from her bed in her captain's quarter, taking in a deep breath and savoring the smell of rot and decay. The wood would always be...

It was rare for Maeve to travel inland; though she was an abomination among her kind, she still preferred the cold waters of the sea. She strolled purposefully toward the village, crimson tresses seemingly floating around her head. Her painted lips parted, a siren’s lament and song of awakening...

There was no denying that the moment Amankh Kaltar stepped through that door, Maeve Blackwood's gaze turned to him. Almost everyone looked in that direction, but those glowing, teal eyes of Maeve's were fixated in an entirely different fashion. For every bit that Maeve was a creature of the sea...

Maeve looked at him, considering for a long moment the words that he spoke. When the bottle was in her hand once more, she took a hearty swig from it, yearning for the days when it would have had an effect on her; yearning for the days of mortality, where she as not an undead creature, forced to...

Maeve rolled her shoulder upward and she could have sworn she heard the joint crack. Nonetheless, she waved a hand at one of her men and he ran back toward the camp to fetch a couple bottles while the dwarf mirrored his actions in the opposite direction. “I’ll try anythin’ once,” she said and...

That be a lot o' riddles, Maeve thought to herself as Méchanteau spouted off those ten questions. Her eyes flickered briefly before sweeping toward where the lich placed her bottle on the desk next to him. How rude! He should have given the bottle back to her. Wrinkling her nose, the pirate drew...

Maeve took a refill from one of the chickens before she circled around the table to an empty chair. Hooking the toe of her boot around its leg, she tugged it out before dropping into it and taking a sip from her glass. While she listened, her eyes swept toward Ni'all, whom the dog showed a...

"Mollusk," Maeve corrected. Bare feet padded against the floorboards of the cabin as she moved toward her desk, skirting around Méchanteau's meandering frame to grab a wooden brush from her desk. Brushing ruby curls back from her face, she drew her hair up with one hand and laid the brush down...

Fleshies. There was something about that word being used to describe her crew that Maeve didn't much care for. Perhaps because all of Kiva's Fury were under the same curse, and the same magic that reanimated her also affected the others. If she were a more thoughtful woman, thinking about it...

Maeve snorted at the dwarf and rolled her eyes. She responded to his words with an exaggerated shrug. Being civil was, by far, not her strong suit and yet she didn't seem to have much of a choice in that regard. At least, not at that precise moment. Glancing over her shoulder, those glowing eyes...

The corner of Maeve's mouth twitched slightly, her jaw tensing with thinly veiled ire at the dwarf. To her and her crew, it was a nice evening on the beach, on one of the islands as near to the Grotto as she ever truly bothered to go--though she was very much considering a trip home if only to...