Xavion Stratus
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Dusk, west of Kiva...
The Akiva Sea glistened with gold beams of light protruding from the gathering storm clouds above. A whimsical fog danced along the water's surface. The silhouette of a fine sleek sailing ship carefully maneuvered through the fog, steadily cutting across the dubious waves as it gradually moved towards a tall island peak that could barely be seen in the hazy distance.
Xavion Stratus walked along the length of the black ship's upper deck, clad in his form-fitting uniform, cape, and his usual few pieces of armor. His keen eyes vigilantly peered into the obscuring mist as he came to a stop at the ship's bow. The crew quietly waited around the deck, most of them armed with crossbows and blades while a few others operated the ship's ballistae mounted at each of the vessel's four corners. The sound of the tide could be heard breaking across the obscure cliff edges to starboard, echoing throughout a narrow passageway that curved in towards the center of the uncharted island.
A few moments later Xavion held up the back of his fist to the crew, gesturing for them stop the ship. A wave of orders were silently relayed throughout it, causing the crew to reel in the rest of the sails. Not far from the entrance of the island's dangerous passage there seemed to be the edge of another ship, seemingly anchored and waiting as though its crew had already disembarked. Or at least some of them anyway. As they gradually slowed to a stop and drew closer Xavion could faintly make out a couple figures patrolling the deck, not yet aware of the slowly approaching ship to their stern.
Xavion reached back and pulled his silver spear out to his right side. His grip tightened around the weapon's upper half while he lowered the tip towards the deck. His left foot stepped up onto the ship's rail. He calmly drew in a deep breath, steadied himself, and patiently waited until the ram of his ship peered out of the fog just enough for one of the patrolling men to finally notice. That was when Xavion burst into action. The breeze fiercely whipped up around him, billowing his hair and cape for but a second before he suddenly shot forth from the bow of the ship and across the gap to the other's stern.
The startled man barely had a chance to call out before Xavion stepped out of the air in front of him and lanced the tip of his spear through the guard's chest while landing on the deck. A blast of wind followed and threw the man's body down in the wake of the attack. One of the other nearby crewmen gasped and staggered back upon noticing the lethal ambush, then drew his sword and began to alert the rest of the crew when a large ballista bolt suddenly impaled him through the side of his ribs and shot him over the ship's bulwark to the dark waters below.
Xavion took a steady breath as he yanked his spear from the fallen man's chest, and snapped his icy blues up to the next guard across from him.
The Akiva Sea glistened with gold beams of light protruding from the gathering storm clouds above. A whimsical fog danced along the water's surface. The silhouette of a fine sleek sailing ship carefully maneuvered through the fog, steadily cutting across the dubious waves as it gradually moved towards a tall island peak that could barely be seen in the hazy distance.
Xavion Stratus walked along the length of the black ship's upper deck, clad in his form-fitting uniform, cape, and his usual few pieces of armor. His keen eyes vigilantly peered into the obscuring mist as he came to a stop at the ship's bow. The crew quietly waited around the deck, most of them armed with crossbows and blades while a few others operated the ship's ballistae mounted at each of the vessel's four corners. The sound of the tide could be heard breaking across the obscure cliff edges to starboard, echoing throughout a narrow passageway that curved in towards the center of the uncharted island.
A few moments later Xavion held up the back of his fist to the crew, gesturing for them stop the ship. A wave of orders were silently relayed throughout it, causing the crew to reel in the rest of the sails. Not far from the entrance of the island's dangerous passage there seemed to be the edge of another ship, seemingly anchored and waiting as though its crew had already disembarked. Or at least some of them anyway. As they gradually slowed to a stop and drew closer Xavion could faintly make out a couple figures patrolling the deck, not yet aware of the slowly approaching ship to their stern.
Xavion reached back and pulled his silver spear out to his right side. His grip tightened around the weapon's upper half while he lowered the tip towards the deck. His left foot stepped up onto the ship's rail. He calmly drew in a deep breath, steadied himself, and patiently waited until the ram of his ship peered out of the fog just enough for one of the patrolling men to finally notice. That was when Xavion burst into action. The breeze fiercely whipped up around him, billowing his hair and cape for but a second before he suddenly shot forth from the bow of the ship and across the gap to the other's stern.
The startled man barely had a chance to call out before Xavion stepped out of the air in front of him and lanced the tip of his spear through the guard's chest while landing on the deck. A blast of wind followed and threw the man's body down in the wake of the attack. One of the other nearby crewmen gasped and staggered back upon noticing the lethal ambush, then drew his sword and began to alert the rest of the crew when a large ballista bolt suddenly impaled him through the side of his ribs and shot him over the ship's bulwark to the dark waters below.
Xavion took a steady breath as he yanked his spear from the fallen man's chest, and snapped his icy blues up to the next guard across from him.