"Now there is a reason to fight!" "Meeting of the Snowballs"

[Kami-Gaz]

The sounds of a gun fight were not that rare on Winchester Island, what with the marines constantly chasing the pirate criminal threat that was oh so close to them. As usual, towards the centre of the island near the one gate that passes between the two halves of the island was a gun battle, some plucky pirates had decided that they should assault the gate, try and force their way in to pillage the good half of the island. The half that was loaded and filled with commodities that the eastern side never had, riches and plunder that some pirates could only dream off in their small small heads. The sun, high in the sky, was beating down over the ever-growing battlefield and more pirates and people of ill repute joined the shootout.

After only twenty minutes had passed, the battle had spread from the gate and along the wall with an bigger and heavier weapons being employed to shoot their opponents. The houses that lined the wall were all shells, destroyed form the numerous battles that had taken place around them, all the cannon shots that they had endured.



Through all of the chaos, the gunfire, the shouting, and the swearing was a single young woman, walking up through the centre as if it was nothing, calmly humming to herself as she walked onwards with her eyes closed. The shouts to “Get out of the way” or “Those dirty pirates will kill you!” general iterations of that were being thrown at her, still she did not care. The purple haired lass would keep walking regardless, like a woman on a mission. Her clothes did not show it, show her way of life, but she could more than handle the situation. Her black unzipped jacket partially hid a bandaged wrapped chest, even with that the womanly curves shone through rather prominently. The knee length shorts that she was wearing were giving her ample room as she took her long and proud strides through the chaos.

This scene could not last forever, as not all of the participants in this fight were as honest or as kind as the ones who let her walk through or had shouted to get her attention. No, there were a few on both sides that did not like the fact that this girl was walking through the battlefield as if she was owning it. The first to take a shot at the ever so Zen woman was a marine, one of the ever-corrupted ones at that. With a whooshing sound, the first bullet would fly past her face, making her shin length fringe swish with the passing wind. It was at this moment her eyes snapped open with a fire, these yellow gems, so similar to a monsters snapped to the man who took the first shot and as he fired a second she proved why she had the right to move as she did.

Shifting her weight to her left food the chocolate-skinned woman would lower down and raise her hand that was making a cupping shape. As the bullet reached, her all she did was move her hand and changed its course, shifting the way it was moving without destroying any of the momentum sending the bullet into the dirt beside her. As she stood up straight the young woman would look up at the man near the gate and with a frown she stopped humming and then let out a monstrous bellow.

“DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME!? HUH?!” With her eyes locked on the marine who was now so dumbfounded by the revelation that this was no simple girl, there was something too her, and he did not like that he was about to find out. “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I THREW THAT BULLET BACK AT YOU HUH?!” The frown slowly turned to a smile as she looked back behind her, to a pirate who had his gun trained on her, shaking, as scared as the marine at what he just witnessed. “Pull that trigger and I swear I will show you a bad time.” The calm and collected air around her vanished in that instant as she realised what she was doing.

Looking like she was a little kid who had just done something naughty she stood upright, bowed at the two men individually, and looked up. “Please continue what you were doing, don’t let me be a bother.” She said with a peaceful smile before moving to walk onwards, muttering to herself. “Come on Bobby, that’s not very Zen is it? Don’t lose your cool now, you’re on to a lead...”

She carried on walking leaving the pair and the few who watched the events unfold confused as to what just happened, some even started making bets as to who would piss her off the most, them or the marines.

In a matter of minutes, something else could be heard in the battle, something that was not bombs or bullets, Shouts or swears. It was the crying of a small child, a young girl who was stuck on the battlefield. Talking to herself Robby would keep her eyes peeled now. “Now this is a good reason to get involved with the fight.” As she said that her eyes locked on to a small girl sitting in the shell of a house only a few metres away. Bawling her eyes out and holding a teddy bear as tight as she could.

“I WANT MY MUMMY!” she screamed out as the battle continued around her with all the men and women ignoring her cries as they fought to the death over a scrap of land and basic earthly possessions. It was then that the monk would grit her teeth; a scene like this was what she despised. With a powerful leap, Robby would be over the wall the girl was hiding behind and ready to help, to keep her safe, to find her mummy.

[dunosaur]

The smell of gunpowder and sweat filled the air, Dun finally made his way into "civilisation" after wandering around the jungle for the past three days, relying on nothing but murky water and dubious berries. Hungry and weary, he dusted himself a little, and gripped tightly onto his metal bat as the gunshots filled the air. Fear and excitement welled-up within him, excitement? Why is Dun feeling excitement?

"Get the goddamn medic! He's been shot!" *BANG BANG BANG*

Right in front of him, Dun witnessed a bloodied marine missing his right forearm and a gaping hole in the right side of his head being dragged off the streets while his buddies provided cover fire would a few metres in front of Dun. Not wanted to get caught in the crossfire, Dun made a dash towards the nearest cover he could find, a battered wall riddled with shells next to the gates of East Winchester. "Out of the goddamn frying pan and into the fire huh." Dun cursed as he looked around to see if anyone had noticed him. Being mistaken for some pirate or bandit right now would spell disaster. He heaved a sigh of relieve and slumped himself onto the floor, peeking over the wall to observe the ongoing situation. The marines seem to have repositioned themselves, and are moving deeper into the city and away from Dun's hiding place. Having not tasted a decent meal in ages, This was the perfect opportunity for Dun to look some grub for himself. Dun stealthily dashed towards the nearest hut he could find, there must be food here! "Get out of the way!" "Those pirates will kill you!"  shouting and screaming could be heard from afar, no one was paying attention to Dun, this was perfect, being less than a fly on the wall in this perilous situation would mean that he could move around the city undetected as long as he was quick, silent, and lucky enough.


Upon entering the hut, he could see that it was a tavern, or at least what was left of it with tables turned, chairs broken, and a bar counter that looked like it's been chewed off by a huge snapping turtle. This was the first time that Dun has been caught in the middle of a firefight, and yet he had his eyes on the prize: The bottle of Gin on next to the bar counter, unblemished by fight that occured here moments ago with it's label torn off. "Water?" Dun pondered to himself as he cautiously walked over a picked it up, violently pulling out it's cork and gulping a mouthful because he realize that this water tasted horrible. Horrible but familiar. This tasted similar to what the fishermen that took care of him used to drink at night to help them sleep, except more disgusting. If Dun wasn't so thirsty, he would have spat out that nasty liquid in that instant. However, knowing the importance of food and drinks. He forced another mouthful of liquid down his parched throat before proceeding to ransack the place for food and drinks, ignoring the gunfires and cannon blasts.

Opening the beaten up cupboards, Dun found a bottle of mineral water and some crumbs of bread on an old china plate. He immediately gulped it down and inhaled the crumbs, now all that's left is to quench his hunger. Observing his surroundings. He noticed that the gunfires were not ceasing. Dun decided that he would wait it out in the tavern and see if he could get lucky by looting some bodies after the fight was over.

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Ah, Winchester Island. The site of many a bloody battle between the forces of the World Navy and the ever-growing numbers of pirates that consistently tried to stake their claim to the country, the West Blue bastion was nothing short of one of the most war-torn regions of the globe. More recently, even the elusive forces of the Revolution had supposedly been involved in a recent attack on Fort Stanley – the great white station that had been the centre of Marine activities on the island for some time now. Through numerous twists of fate and clever strategy and tactics, a handful of cells of the Revolutionary Army had allied themselves with the forces of ‘Ten-Barrel’ Ted Gunn, overcoming the Navy’s presence.

Despite the victory over the so-called tyranny they fought against, the Marines had once more bounced back. Without a solid base from whence to formulate their plans, the Navy had apparently resorted to more straight up tactics – direct sieges and gunfights against the piratical forces that held dominance over the land. The Gunn Brothers’ reign was not exactly favourable in the eyes of many pirates and so, once more with feeling, Winchester had somehow ended up in a state of brewing civil war. None of this deterred a certain set of individuals from entering the island’s perimeters, however…

^{“Weiheiheihei~!”}

^Thwack!

^{“Aaaaargh!”}

“You boys don’t put up much of a fight, do you?” asked a Goliath of a man, standing tall amidst the chaos. Skin of softly bronzed hue glistened in the cascade of sunlight from above, golden rays defining the various contours of muscle and scar alike. With an air of partial nonchalance about him, the bald-headed brute clapped his large hands together, meshing his fingers and cracking his knuckles. Dark slate brown eyes gleamed with anticipation, a broad white smile shining upon his squared and stubbly visage as he observed the tumult before him. On both sides, men and women alike discharged flintlock pistols and muskets alike, the occasional burst of a blunderbuss adding to the mix in an arms race of trivialities.

^Crash!

“Eh? Oh! Well, y’know what they always say,” he said, peering over his broad shoulder as a rather scruffily dressed pirate came crashing down into a pile of fallen timbers a few yards away. Totally unconscious, the criminal lay twitching amidst the wreckage of his anything-but-soft landing, a large and raw indent upon his torso’s flesh telling tales of the fist that had sent him skyward. Apparently uncaring for the man’s loss of lucidity, the behemoth continued merrily. “What goes up must come down! Weihei~!”

^{“I don’t think he can hear you, old man!”}

^“Bworf!”

“Nonsense! ‘Course he can hear me! I didn’t punch him that hard …Did I?” Passing on a questioning look to his offspring and company, Hector Wayland bowed slightly welcomed a rather cheery canine with a rough rub on the back of the head. Standing well over three feet tall at the shoulder alone, the enormous Lapphund dressed in a thick matting of fur – from iron grey to gunmetal black, purest snow to rusty rufous – wagged its tail with vigour before raising itself upon hind limbs. Forepaws settling on the mighty man’s shoulder, the entire beast easily clipped two metres as it licked its master’s face merrily.

“Yep, he’s out for the count,” replied the girl. No older than sixteen years of age, her sleek build and muscle tone might have paled in comparison to Mister Wayland’s, but the blacksmith’s daughter was just cresting six feet despite her youth. Despite the hefty sword strapped to her back, she seemed to have no trouble in hoisting the comatose crook from the debris by his ankle, high enough to actually lift his head from the ground and further demonstrate her height. Shaking her head in disappointment, the bronzed blonde with blue eyes let the pirate fall flat on his face without a second thought before turning to her equally enormous entourage.

“Well, I hope his brothers in arms put up a better challenge, Helen! I didn’t come all the way to Winchester just to slap around a few pirates,” Wayland replied, the dog now circling him happily as if waiting for him to throw a bone. “What’s up, Wilk? Weiheihei~! You wanna play fetch? Then I’ve got just the ticket!”

Retrieving a now ownerless long-barrel rifle from the dirt, Hector gave the object a quick twirl in his hand, observing the craftsmanship of the weapon before picking it apart. Like a twig, he snapped the firm oak stock clean away from the cast iron barrel, proceeding to further pick apart the weapon without much caution until it was nothing more than a hollowed out pole of darkened metal. He waved the stave a little, piquing his partner’s interest, and then tossed the thing. Up and away the barrel of the gun went, spinning through the air and across the battlefield ahead. With the kind of furious speed one could only expect from a rampaging bull, the gigantic dog threw any sense of apprehension to the wind and bounded after the ironwork.

“I… I think you threw it a bit too far, pops,” Helen criticised.

^{“Nah! Weiheiheihei~!” the old man laughed loudly:
“I’m just worried he’ll try and bring back the whole battalion!”}

The young Miss Wayland looked up at her father, hands on her hips as if to express the fact that his so-called ‘worry’ was a very real possibility. Hector scratched his stubble and smiled somewhat nervously, a bead of sweat forming upon the side of his face before he turned and pointed, proclaiming boldly his next few words.

^{“Let’s follow him, then! Weiheihei~…!”}

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, Helen and Wilk!

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Helen Wayland (ffcc22)
Wilk (555555)}

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[Kami-Gaz]

The sounds of battle and death surrounded the area as the monkly Roberta kneeled down next to a small crying child. She was lost, crying out-loud and wanting her mother, how she got out here was anyone’s best guess, but she did have to be taken away. “Hey~ Shhh shhh it’s going to be alright, I’m here, I can help.” The chocolate skinned helper said with a beaming smile, her form as she kneeled down still being a head taller than the child. With her right hand she would ruffle the little brunettes hair, her left was outstretched to the girl for a grown up handshake.

“I’m Roberta El Neive-Tempesta the third; you can call me Bobby, or Robby or whatever you want!” She said with a beaming smile still shining through the dust and grim of the loud battlefield. As the girl carefully extended her hand to Robby she was distracted from crying and was bewildered by a nice lady appearing in such a bad place.

With a big sniffle the little girl would gently grab Robby’s hand and sake carefully. “I- I am Sally Sunshine… ” She meekly whispered out, the bewilderment of this entire situation making her question if she was asleep or not.

“That’s a cute little name!” Robby said before pulling the little sun covered dress wearing girl into a hug, gently holding her close to let her know it is all alright. With a few moments of this being held the Monk was considering what to do, does she mop up this battlefield and take the girl to the marines? Does she take her to the people in charge on this side of the wall? There were so many options about this, it would be a big issue if this fight was still going on as well… Eventually a small hand started to push against her bandaged wrapped chest and a muffled sound of ‘I an reath’ could be heard.

As the monk released the girl, she sat back and landed on her buttocks with her arms on her knees, the little girl gasping for breath but smiling for some reason. “You zoned out just like Matron Millicent, she does that too when we hug, you kind of smell like her.” She said whilst wiping tears away from her now red and puffy cheeks. Sitting on her rear as well she would stare and start to see similarities in how they looked, the smile growing more and more.

“You have similar eyes! The same goofy smile and messy hair style… but hers is when she gets out of bed” Now she was swaying side to side, with a gut feeling that the person in front of her would help, she looked a lot like the woman who had cared for her so much. The fact that she was still a stranger completely flying over her young head.

‘She’s an orphan… she’s like me…’ Roberta thought quickly before standing up straight and letting her purple hair flow freely. Not dusting herself off the monk would stretch instead and crack her knuckles. “Either way~ we can’t get you out of here safely without making all these noisy bad people go away can we?” She asked, her face twisting from an innocent smile to a more mischievous one, like she was about to have a little bit of fun.

“I will be back in a few moments, keep your head down, and think about how Matron Millie looks like me and how I am such a badass!” She said before turning to leap over the wall again. The only sound she heard was the smiling girl nodding with a grunt to say that she was on board with the plan “Unn!”

Once she was out in the firing line the fighting shifted, those who saw an easy target pointed their weapons at her and those who did not want to murder an innocent shifted their aim to those that were willing to do something of the sort. A Mexican standoff over took the scene, those that were in the area and were trying to gage what was going to happen, what would this unknown do, those who had weapons pointed at them shifted from the unknown factor to the opposing marine or pirate. The rumbles of gunfire and distant shouts did not break the scene, the only one without sweat on their brow was the monk who was stood with her hands behind her head, waiting for something to happen.

The next few events took place in naught but a flash, an exchange that lasted 9 seconds. First: a pirate who was losing composure let his finger slip on the trigger, firing into a marine who was looking at Robby. He subsequently fired at the monk who reacted by shifted her weight, catching that bullet with her cupped right hand and spun around to let it loose into the pirate who shot at the marine. The purple haired woman then outstretched her left hand to catch a metal bat that was flying down to her skull when she was not looking. The pirate who started this saw three images before he lost consciousness. Robby’s face, the sky and then a fist. As she stood up and looked around she launched the bat up onto the wall where a marine was taking aim, the power of the throw would rival that of a small cannon blast. As the man targeting her took the brunt of the impact and fell back off of the wall his friend dropped his weapon and began to cower in fear behind the protective buttress that he was resting his rifle on.

Once the dust settled the zen monk woman would bow and place her right fist into an open hand before bowing. As was tradition after a good spar, it was respectful and honourable. It was sign of a good spar. “Now then~” She said as she stood up straight, barely noticing the hollow metal tube flying through the air. As it was caught, she was wondering where it came from, what it was, and why there was a large fluffy animal leaping onto her. With barely anytime to react the purple haired monk grabbed each end in her hands and fell back, letting the animal grab on to the stick before falling on top of her form. “Ooof!” She wheezed aloud, the 2-metre tall dog called Wilk was now comfortably gnawing on the metal rod that was in her hands.

[dunosaur]

Dun decided to move closer to the fight scene to get a better feel of how the standoff between the marines and these thugs were going to end. Holding the bottle of gin in one hand and his metal bat in the other, Dun stealthily moved towards the scene of the battle. It was there he noticed a person that stood out amidst the smoke and bullets. A dark-skinned lady with purple hair, hands behind her head, as if she had a death wish. "What in the blue blazes is she doing?" Dun thought to himself as he lowered his body in order to avoid detection. Perhaps the lady was drunk, or perhaps she was just plain bonkers.

"BANG!" a shot could be heard, a marine groaned in pain as he fell to the ground; "BANG!" a pirate has fired a shot at the chocolate lady with her funky hairdo, what happened next was something Dun has never seen in his whole two years as an amnesiac, the woman moved so quick that everything was a blur, and when the dust cleared, the pirate who shot as her was on the ground bleeding, and right next to her, another pirate was also knocked out. This woman is no ordinary civilian, Dun decided to not get caught in the crossfire, holding the bottle right his teeth he climbed over the nearest wall he could find to wait it all out. "What have I gotten myself into?" sighed Dun as he prepared to open his bottle of Gin again to take a sip.

It was then he noticed a girl right beside him, tears welling up from the sight of a dirty man with a baseball bat landing right violently next to her. "Uuu.. Uuuu..." The little brunette girl was no older than five years old,  Dun could tell exactly what she was thinking, she was going to cry her eyes out and get both of them killed.

"Hey there sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you." Dun spoke as gently as he could, trying to force a wide sincere smile to assure the teddy-bear-crutching kid. He corked the bottle of Gin, drinking in front of a kid now would be a pretty bad idea, this Gin tasted horrible anyway. "Uuuu... Uuu.." . The girl did not seem convinced at all that this man was friendly. Especially the way his eyes looked, and how he was covered in dust and smelled of mud and alcohol.

The sound of a loud growl could be heard from the other side of the wall. A wolf? "Little girl, don't be afraid, where is mummy and daddy? I'll take you to them" Dun gentle whispered, extending an arm out to share the little girl's hand. "UUUUUuuWAAAHHH!!!!!!" the little girl couldn't take it anymore, gun shots, getting lost from her parents, the only lady that was kind to her just disappeared behind a wall and now a stranger carrying a dangerous looking object? She let out a loud wail, bawling and covering her eyes with her teddy bear, as if offering it to Dun so that he would go away. There was a beast and armed men behind the wall, and this kid is crying. How can anyone be so unlucky?

"Fudge."

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Little girl's dialogue
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Dun's dialogue/gunshot sounds

[Vio]

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^{“So, let me get this straight,” Helen Wayland quizzed:
“We didn’t come here just to get in on the fight…?”}

^{“That’s right!”}

“Are you sure you’re my dad?” Such a query might have come off as insulting to the average man, but the blonde blacksmith knew her old man’s tendencies very well. The behemoth taking offence to something like that was about as likely as him messing up in crafting a simple shield – practically impossible! Still, he seemed to chuckle in response to her query, not to mention the look she gave him as the two of them waltzed a nonchalant walk through the war-torn country of Winchester. Hector’s broad strides matched by two of his daughter’s own, their seemingly slow and steady movements only served to further the disparity. They were in no particular hurry, yet their pace seemed anything but that of an easy stroll.

“Weiheihei~! There’s an old friend of mine who calls this place home. Thought I’d pay him a visit seen as we haven’t seen each other in years,” Mister Wayland answered, revealing some of the mysteries of his previously uncharacteristic announcement. A stray bullet whistled past his head, but the chrome-domed colossus did not seem fazed by it. Indeed, he had not even noticed the thing until it splintered a piece of wood nearby. Step by step, the peculiar pair was closing in upon the focal point of this ongoing skirmish between opposing forces. From where they stood, it certainly seemed like the pirates’ side of things were earning themselves an advantage in high ground, but the exact numerical advantages were unknown. Though his smile indicated eagerness, Hector somehow remained patient.

^{“That’s if he’s not been shot already…”}

“Eh? Not on your nelly, Helen! The guy’s no fighter – scrawny little b@$+@^>, but he’s one of those quick thinkin’ types, y’know?” Raising a beefy hand, the brutish blacksmith tapped his temple with his fore and middle fingers, emphasising his associate’s supposed intelligence. “I know what you’re thinkin’! Why would your old man get involved with somebody who doesn’t love a good fight? Truth is I saved his pasty hide back in the day; we had a couple drinks afterwards and voila, we brewed up a friendship! Sometimes it’s just as simple as knocking back a couple o’ brews! Weiheiheihei~!”

^{“Bworf! Bworf!”}

“Sounds like we found Wilk, at least,” the young Miss Wayland noted. Hands on the back of her head, one eye closed, she peered towards the locale of the big dog’s powerful yet muffled barks with a single sapphire. Having apparently claimed his prize, the Lapphund seemed preoccupied with something a little more lively than a mere rod of iron, provoking the more observant owner to give her paternity a sharp nudge to the waist. Not really all too shocked by the impact to his side, the quarter-blood Giant followed his offspring’s signals, honing in upon the waggling russet tail of an overly excited canine. At first, his own dark eyes saw nothing strange, but eventually the dog’s stature tipped him off as to what was wrong.

^{“What’cha got there, boy!?”}

“Grrr…!” Wilk growled playfully, ears perking up at the sound of his master’s admittedly loud voice. Any other passer-by might have kept a low profile, but the mammoth of a man – bare-chested and with a shield the size of a table-top upon his back – had no intention of hiding himself. At least his youthful accompaniment seemed a little less reckless, sheltered from at least one side of the cross-fire as she stood at her papa’s flank. Much of her own upper torso on display as well, the only adornment that really covered her feminine features was the wrapping of white linen around her modest bosom.

^“Bworf!”

^{“Oi! Oi! Enough of that, Wilk!”}

“Uuuuwaaaaaahhh!” Above the sound of gunshots and yells, the sound of a child’s wailing became prevalent. That was not the kind of sound Wayland had expected to reach his ears in the midst of a battlefield, but nonetheless it presented a sense of urgency above and beyond anything else. Oddly enough, his first thought was that said screaming child was buried beneath the mass of fur, but that seemed a little too unlikely. Why? Well, that was because of Wilk’s tendencies around the small – he was a big softie with a heart of gold! Though the call to action seemed to speak his name, Hector paused. Was this a fight, he would have been right in there already, but this was something a tad bit different…

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Helen Wayland (ffcc22)
Wilk (555555)}

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[Kami-Gaz]

Fur, muscle, saliva, and lots of fur. That is what Robby was being smushed under as she lay on her back, pushing the metal rod into the monsters mouth. This was not exactly what the monk had envisioned, as she walked through the war torn streets naught but moments ago. It took a moment but as she managed to move her head she noticed something… its tail was wagging and the growls it was producing sounded playful… this big lug was wanting to play? Now that was something she could get behind!

“Hey fluffy I heard you can’t look up, is that true?” She asked before kicking the floor with her left leg and forcing the pair to roll over so the giant dog was now on his back and the monk was now sitting on his chest playfully tugging at the metal pole that she caught. “Aha foul pup you cannot beat me!” She playfully said before the dog surprised her with his power and reset the playing field so he was on top tugging on the pole.

It was then that Robby heard voices. “Sounds like we found Wilk, at least,” a female one said quickly followed up by a deep gruff male voice “What’cha got there, boy!?” It must have been this large pups owners. The man at least sounded like this dog was only a pup to him.

Growls and more tugging followed as Robby was still playfully tugging back on the pole, then again she kicked the floor and pushed Wilk onto his back, but instead of landing on him she carried on her own roll to land her pole and be free, metal pole in hand. “Aha!” She announced as the dog got back onto his paws and barked at the victor of this little play fight. With an abrupt shout from the owner Robby would finally get a good look at the pair.

They were GINORMOUS. The girl alone towered over Robby, not to mention the man, he dwarfed the monk of the mountain…. The only way she could match his size was if she used her fruit power. As she twirled the stick in the air about to ask what was going on she heard a familiar voice, a cry…. “Uuuuwaaaaaahhh!” She was in trouble? Or was she just worried about her big sister monk friend?

“Don’t worry Sally I’m fine! The giant dog thing only wanted to play…” She said as she looked over, seeing a shape she did not recognise poking over the wall. With eyes wide with the realisation of danger and how the little Sally Sunshine was defenseless the monk would tear her black leather jacket off and throw it to the big man. “Hold this for me!” She demanded before making a running leap over the destroyed brick wall.

Then something shifted, her arms got bulkier, heavier and full of even more muscle, a white furl appeared from nowhere as she jumped, before she even landed a cold started to shed from them. “Bīng kuījiǎ!” As she landed a thick layer of ice covered her arms from her fist up to the shoulder region. The poor black haired man that was on the ground would barely have a chance to react as Robby pulled her giant ice covered fist back… He was not threat… he looked just as panicked as the girl who he had just scared… This entire situation was a giant misunderstanding.

The bandaged monk would let out a sigh as the death punch she was about to rain down on the man was redirected into the brick wall that she had just leapt over. Completely destroying it, the ice on her fist shattering with the blow to reveal the monster like hand she was hiding under it. “Come on Sally, I’m here now. This idiot can’t hurt you. Look, he even has a beer belly. Men with beer bellies can’t hurt anything.” She said happily, both to reassure the girl and to belittle the shorts wearing Dun who was stood there.

Having forgotten about Wilk and the tower people that she had just showered in bricks and dust and ice Robby would sigh. “Do you want to see a big doggie?“ She asked before looking towards the scene that she had abandoned to save little Miss Sunshine.

Bewildered by the powers, the destruction and everything that had just happened the small girl would nod… sniffle a bit before wiping away the snot and tears that she had produced on her arm. “Unn!” She said smiling as best she could, Running behind Robby’s leg to get away from the meanie with a beer belly.

[dunosaur]

Moments after the girl let out a huge cry, another figure leapt over the same wall, one arm raised, screaming in a foreign language that Dun was unaware of. It's arm started gathering mass, the temperature in the vicinity plunged. Dun recognised the figure, it was that girl from before who took down two marines in a flash! "Oh shit her mum is here." These were the last thoughts that crossed Dun's mind before coming face to face with the beast of a woman.

Dun tightened his grip onto his baseball bat, before he could ready himself to swing or react, the girl with the fist of ice blasted through the wall right behind her, the shockwave sending Dun rolling backwards, his bat flying off into the distance.“Come on Sally, I’m here now. This idiot can’t hurt you. Look, he even has a beer belly. Men with beer bellies can’t hurt anything.” Dun was taken aback, too shocked and a little afraid to even get angry at what the purple-haired lady just muttered. Picking himself up, Dun found himself in a daze. Standing behind the now broken wall stood a gigantic Dog and two even larger humans. "That can't be a dog." The situation was getting more and more confusing by the minute the three figures behind the wall didn't seem the least bit shocked by what just transpired. Dun turned his attention to Roberta again.

"What in the world was that? A Devil's fruit? There is a no way a mere human could have performed that." Dun eyed the lady with the hand of a gigantic white monkey as she mumbled something to the little girl. "Wait. How did I know about the Devil's fruit?" something seemed to have struck the amnesiac. Something that has never happened to him in his two years of drifting, a fragment of his memory was coming back, and it really wasn't the best time. A frown appeared in front of Dun's face, there were so many questions he wanted to pose to the woman, was she her mother? Is she one of the pirates? Did she really eat a devil's fruit? He wanted to explain to the lady that he meant no harm to the girl, but it seemed pointless; the girl is safe and apparently happy that she found someone she knew, she was safe, and so was Dun; at least for now.

The town stood silent for at least a minute after what just happened, Dun decided to perhaps just pack up and continue on his journey to find food and afterwards shelter. Suddenly, he spotted something shimmering on the floor right next to his foot, a silver pendant with the crest of a sun. It looked like one of those pendants that the merchants would sell on the streets to allow customers to keep a photo in them.

Dun quickly picked it up, opened the pendant, and noticed that in it contained a photo of Sally Sunshine and a woman who looked like Sally, except way older. They had the same hair colour, same eyes, and the same smile. "This monster isn't her mother." Dun thought to himself. "A kidnapper? Perhaps a family friend? Her aunt?". There were just too many possibilities. Being an "orphan" himself due to him not remembering his family, he could not just let this slide. But the little girl was afraid of him, and Roberta could easily kill him if he made the wrong move.

Inhaling deeply, the dirty, shorts wearing amnesiac with a beer belly decided to speak up in an attempt to figure out the relationship between Sally and Roberta. "Hey little girl, you dropped your photo." Holding the pendant in his outstretched hand.

[Vio]

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“Hold this for me!” Tossed a leather jacket by the woman who had up until now been wrestling Wilk, Hector Wayland was given little in the way of options. His outstretched palm more than enough to support the castaway covering, he and his enormous entourage watched – all in a mix of awe – as the woman cleared away the remnants of an already damaged wall with startling ease. Hector and Helen alike beamed and chuckled; stone and ice alike crumbled and cracked to clear the way, revealing the stranger’s abnormal arm and the scene that lay beyond the now extinct barricade. Admittedly, a little girl and a man with a rather wimpy expression and physique were not exactly as intriguing as what had just transpired.

^{“She’s strong…”}

^“Wroff!”

“You’re telling me – she makes smashing a wall look like child’s play! Weiheihei~!” Laughing loudly, Hector’s entire form seemed to quake. It was not a fearful trembling. Quite frankly, it was the exact opposite of fear. Impressed by such a display of raw physical prowess, the only sensation that swept through his form as of now was anticipation – the kind of quiver that sent chills of excitement up one’s spine at the prospect of the ultimate challenge. Having loved to fight from an early age, there was no denying that any chance to clash fists with this bestial belle would be well received. Still, that was not the focus of this situation.

“You dropped your photo,” announced the bear-bellied boy. Well, boy was a bit of a derogatory term in this case, but that’s really all Mister Wayland could see him as. Cowering, short of stature and lacking musculature, Dun was hardly what the Giant-blood might have called a ‘man’; nothing about him really screamed his age. Even so, his outstretched paw revealed something small that gleamed softly in the sunlight – a locket.

^“Ehhh!?”

Apparently startled by this, the smallest member of the group – the youngster whose name had been ‘Sally’ – hectically searched herself. Her frantic movements akin to a householder who had lost their front door key in bad weather, the tiny child’s eyes seemed suddenly transfixed upon the item in question. Perhaps ignorant of any tension, Wilk waddled his way past them all and towards the pot-bellied person, abandoning his iron plaything and instead opting to sniff his face.

“Hmm? Looks like you’re not so mean, after all,” the bronzed brute assessed, judging his opinions based on his canine company’s apparent lack of worry. The continuously wagging tail and playful panting said a lot. At the very least, the large Lapphund did not consider the young man’s strength to be very imposing or potentially threatening to his master. Perhaps seeing the dog’s actions as a sign of safety too, Sally gave Roberta a cautious look from her hiding place before stepping into the open once more. Step by trepidatious step, she approached Dun, retrieving her pendant before scurrying back to relative safety.

^{“Th- Thank you…”}

^{“Not the smoothest meeting,” Helen shrugged:
“Anyway, pops, where’s this friend of yours?”}

“Wha…? Hell if I know! Weiheiheihei~! He’s gotta be around here somewhere, though. Say, any of you lot seen the guy? He’s pretty short –” Hector put his free hand down low, palm hovering at about five feet and six inches from the ground. “– Pretty thin, pasty as parchment and wears glasses, and he goes by the name Bertro! Anybody…?”

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may just know who Bertro is (if not directly then indirectly through Matron Millicent)?

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Helen Wayland (ffcc22)
Roberta (a1c8f3)
Dun (111111)
Wilk (555555)
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[Kami-Gaz]

With all of the events that had transpired, Roberta was confused, having completely forgotten about the giant people she had left in the dust only turning around to see them with literal stars in their eyes. The little girl that was hiding between her legs was grabbing for an item in the beer bellied mans hands and the dog was liking said mas face… Events had taken a weird turn just after she used her devil fruit to flatten a wall with ease. “Sooo… I am going to need names…” she said in a bewildered tone before pointing her large fur covered arm to Helen and Hector. “You two first!” She announced with a slight grin.

As she noticed her arm not being human she quickly fixed that. The mass reduced in a blink of an eye and the fur vanished just as quick leaving the Mocha Monk with her regular human arms. The one that had still been covered in ice was now free, letting the ice that she had generated fall to the floor with a gentle thud. “I” She announced with a large grin. “Am Roberta El Neive-Tempesta the third. Master of the Xingchi Temple… which may now be in ruins but still I am the master of a monastery and no one can take that away from me.” She said as happily as she can b, letting it be known that she was strong…. Not letting it be known that she was given her title by default because the previous master died of illness and she was the only one around to claim his title.

“This adorable ball of sunshine beneath my legs is Sally Sunshine, and I need help getting her home” She said before picking the toddler up and sitting her on her shoulders. The height the little lass gained was still nowhere near enough to get even close to Helen or Hector but now she Towered over Dun by a small bit. “wait… why is everyone here? Isn’t it kind of dangerous?” She asked as a stray bullet hit the large wall not but 40 feet from the group.

Sally whilst still giggling would hug the head that she was leaning against and then look at the big people who were staring stars at Robby. “I came looking for something Matron Millie lost, I got lost and well you found me Robby~!” She said with a happy smile as she kicked her legs out softly towards dun, the locket in her hand.

As the girl thought about what the giants were looking for she would look at them with a big beaming smile and point down the road towards the port. “Matron Millie will know him! She knows everyone! Come with us! I know the way now I can see everything!” She ordered with glee, feeling so tall and safe.

Looking where Sally was pointing the monk would nod, she was about to set off but not before confronting the giants (Tall people) “Walls are easy to break… You should see what I can do to whole buildings!” She said with a grin, walking backwards out of the wrecked house and down the street with her eyes locked on the pair. Her eyes looking between the pair and the leather jacket that Hector held. “I will get my jacket off of ya when we get to Sally’s house, ok?” She asked before spinning on her heel to walk forwards in the right direction, forgetting about the Beer Bellied Dun in all of this mess, most of which she has caused.

[dunosaur]

The day was getting weirder and weirder, what started out as a simple food scavenging threw Dun into the middle of a fight between the marines and pirates, almost being pummeled in one hit by a monk, and now a giant dog sniffing his face as if he was some sort of chew toy. In the back of Dun's mind, he was glad that the little girl was in somewhat "safe hands" as she retrieved the pendant from the pot-bellied man. Dun imagined that the two Giants behind Wilk were just as strong as the woman with the weird white-furred hand although looks can often be deceiving. They probably think of him as a joke. Which would be for the better.

Wilk was playfully panting now, as if beckoning for the amnesiac to give it a pat or a rub. "Well I guess no matter how oversized you are, you're still a doggy huh!" Dun smiled to himself as he stretched out his hand to gently scratch the dog on it's head a few times. Dun's stomach growled loudly, his sudden hunger reminded him of his initial "quest".

“– Pretty thin, pasty as parchment and wears glasses, and he goes by the name Bertro! Anybody…?” the giant man mentioned. Bertro.. That name was fairly familiar. Dun was unable to put a finger on it. Was it a just a common name on Winchester Island? Or did he see or hear something like this recently?

"“I Am Roberta El Neive-Tempesta the third. Master of the Xingchi Temple… which may now be in ruins but still I am the master of a monastery and no one can take that away from me.” . The woman that almost killed Dun finally gave her name. Her name did not sound like someone who was born in a monastery. A temple with a name like Xingchi would most likely have it's roots in more eastern areas with surnames like Lee and the like, but El Neive-Tempesta? Dun concluded that this woman might be the heir to the temple somehow, but there was a high chance being the master was not her birthright. Another wave of giddyness struck Dun as he stopped petting Wilk. "How the hell do I know about eastern and western names?" he thought to himself, mouth gapped with open. In the past two years, Dun has had little luck trying to even find a tinge of his memories back, but a short encounter with these beasts has already triggered two instances of memories he thought was long gone. He needed to know more. Being so deeply in thought, he totally neglected a stray bullet that hit the large wall not but 40 feet from the group.


"Hey stop, my name is Dun, and I am an amnesiac. I need to meet this lady the little girl just mentioned." Dun suddenly picked up the courage to speak up. It appeared that this purple haired lady had a really sassy attitude, and she was the kind fo judge people quickly by their looks seeing how she was subtly friendlier to the couple of giants despite not knowing them as well. Regardless, this strange encounter has allowed him to recall two things in his past in mere minutes, and he was not going to let this opportunity slip by, whoever this Matron Millie is, he knew he had to see her if she truly did "know everything".

[Vio]

4

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“You two first!” the woman with a woolly arm spoke up. Apparently one of the first to realise that standard formalities had gone by the wayside, she was – both literally and metaphorically speaking – the one to try and break the ice. Perhaps still somewhat fascinated by these strange turns of events, Hector Wayland returned the woman’s grin and chuckled, disregarding the various back and forth that was still transpiring between naval and piratical forces. With that sort of blasé attitude towards bloodshed, it was a wonder he had survived this long.

“Glad you asked! Hector Wayland’s the name!” he announced heartily: “This is my daughter, Helen, and you’ve already met Wilk! Weihei~!”

^“Hey!”

^“Bworf!”

“I am Roberta El Neive-Tempesta III, Master of the Xingchi Temple,” the mocha madam interjected. Unfortunately, the latter reference was very much lost upon the quarter-Giant and his offspring who, looking to each other, both shrugged in near perfect harmony. Both of their hearts respective lay within the blacksmith’s forge, as well as in the fight, so it was not all that surprising that their worldly knowledge lacked. The important part was that they now knew whom they were dealing with – a womanly warrior monk and a young orphan girl by the name of Sally.

^{“Why is everyone here?” Roberta added:
“Isn’t it kind of dangerous…?”}

“Dangerous? Weiheihei~! That’s my middle name!” Mister Wayland laughed, further demonstrating his apparent lack of worry on the battlefield. By now, the skirmishing and shoot outs between the two sides were rapidly growing again. Hot lead and iron flew back and forth erratically, pistols and rifles spitting ferrous flame at opposite sides, and yet Lady Luck herself seemed to prevent any of such stray shots from landing upon the gathering.

“You don’t have a middle name, pops,” Helen cut in.

“Eh? Well, if I did, you know what it’d be! Weiheiheihei~! Now then – let’s get going! The field of battle is no place for a girl your age,” the bronzed blacksmith stated, giving Sally a surprisingly gentle pat on the head. Her new vantage point put her just high enough for such a deed to be an easy task, even if the man himself was near enough eleven feet tall. His small dark eyes gave a quick look around. Reaching to his back, the behemoth bruiser retrieved the enormous circular shield (Obrońca) and secured it loosely to his left arm, resting Robby’s jacket over his right shoulder. He had to admit, it felt strange to wear the shield upon his left, but it was the most open area from which bullets could fly. With that sorted, the six foot diameter buckler serving as something of a natural wall, he nodded: “To Matron Millie’s place!”

^{“Hey, stop!”}

^“Wroff!”

“Eh? What’s the problem?” Hector halted, turning to the pot-bellied youth. Wilk seemed oddly reluctant to let the boy go off alone. Then again, the elephantine Lapphund was nothing short of a big softie and attention seeker when it came to new faces. Relying upon that canine’s judgment was perhaps not the wisest thing to do, but the blacksmith did it anyway. Dun – as his name was – seemed to have an interesting tale of his own. Proclaiming himself to be an amnesiac, the scruffy shorty had managed to pluck up enough confidence to confront the strangers and ask for their aid; an unusual act on his behalf. Up until now, he had seemed more or less the cowardly sort, though that was probably to be expected given the display of supernatural strength that had nearly pummelled him into permafrost.

“I need to meet this lady,” Dun had said.

“W-eiheihe-ell then,” the mammoth man muttered, somehow blending both words and distinctive laughter as he put his hand to his stubble-lined jaw. At that precise moment, a couple of stray shots struck the hardened timbers of his shield, pattering harmlessly like raindrops upon an umbrella. There was no way a pistol at that range could pack enough punch to do anything more than chip the treated hardwood and, none the wiser to the unintentionally deflected assault, Hector spoke again: “It looks like we’re all on the same path, so we might as well all walk it together, right? C’mon lad, let’s move out! Y’know what they always say – there’s no rest for the wicked! Weiheiheihei~…!”

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_{Hector Wayland (012345)
Helen Wayland (ffcc22)
Roberta (a1c8f3)
Dun (111111)
Wilk (555555)
Sally (51038f)}

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[Kami-Gaz]

“Y’know what they always say – there’s no rest for the wicked! Weiheiheihei~…!” Was the last thing out of the large man called Hectors mouth, it was a good saying. They were the wicked ones who had a mission, a plan. To see the matron who cared for the child who was currently sat on Roberta’s shoulders and enjoying this ride giggling away and playing with two tufts of messy hair on the top of Robby’s head. “This way!” She announced before pulling on the hair to make Robby turn her head and follow.

The whole scene of them walking was adorable… maybe not to the pirates running to the wall to get a pot-shot in at some marines or the marines on the wall watching as a weird group of individuals took a little girl away from the battle like they were going on a picnic. “Ohh this is the street where Mr Miggins makes muffins in his shop!” Little Sunshine would say as the group walked down a street. “Ohhh! And this is the place where Tommy found his teddy bear!” Sally would state again, pointing down an alleyway as they kept walking on.

“You know a lot about this place Sally! Maybe you can give us a proper tour after we got you back to Matron Millicent’s. Maybe you can help us find Hectors friend and what Mr Beer Belly wants~” Roberta asked in a playful fashion whilst teasing Dun at the same time. She knew his name but was wanting to get a giggle from the girl she was looking after.

The streets that the gang were walking through were decrepit, broken, and just not nice. This was no place for a child to live, combine this with the drunks the gangs and the violence that was going on in broad daylight and Robby was starting to get a bit worried about all of this… this was looking like a pirate utopia… The fact her mission was to find a woman in a nuns outfit was starting to feel like it was an impossible task here… no nun would want to be here.

“Such a rough place…” She murmured to herself before looking over her shoulder and past the small body that was there to see hector and his daughter. “Earlier… you looked amazed that I could punch that wall down? Is that not common?” The normally secluded monk would ask, she knew she was not normal because of her ability and her training in the monkly ways…. But was it really this bad? It was nothing like she expected. The old man she trained under would say the world was dangerous. The people she lived with after her temple was broken said she would get torn up… but nothing of the sort has happened. She just felt like a shark in a fishpond.

“Matron Millie is strong too~! She can punch 3 no no no no 4 walls down without even moving!” Little Sally would shout, feeling on top of the world as she did, letting her arms raise into the air and her little body fall back so she could see the tall people. Giggling more Sally would flail her arms before pulling herself back upright and humming. “She protects us all~.”

Was there a person really like this? Someone living out here who was like Robby? Like the monster sized people following her to an orphanage on this pirate-riddled island? All of these second thoughts… maybe the Nun did live out here after all…

The sounds of fighting had died away now and sounds of shouting, music and partying replaced them. The occasional bar scuffle could be heard but generally this was a more relaxed atmosphere, somewhere easier for people to live in. “How far now Sally?” Robby asked, casting her eyes upwards to look up at the young girls head.
“Just by the dock! We ive by a huge boat bigger than he-He… Hectire!” She said forgetting the giants name.

[dunosaur]

The gigantic canine seemed to have taken a liking to Dun, which oddly made the man happy. Just a while ago he had to fight back monsters in Winchester Island's forest and affection, even from a domestic animal was something that soothed his heart despite the situation he is in right now, caught in the midst of a fight between marines and pirates.

As a bullets bounced off the giant's shield, Dun can't help but be reminded of the dangers that lurk on the streets of Winchester as the giant continued his conversation as if nothing happened. “It looks like we’re all on the same path, so we might as well all walk it together, right? C’mon lad, let’s move out! Y’know what they always say – there’s no rest for the wicked! Weiheiheihei~…!”

Dun was getting more and more amused by this bunch of people, he definitely liked Wilk the most, although the giant seemed pretty easygoing himself. Dun felt at ease as he paced through the village with these ragtag bunch of weirdos.

The confidence and easy-going attitude of this bunch made Dun smiled to himself as he felt like he was the only normal one in the group, constantly looking sideways to spot for oncoming attacks and the like. Dun was not a weak fighter himself, but being caught in a crossfire meant naught no matter how good you are at fighting. As they moved out from the firefight, Dun could not help but feel his stomach growling again now that the tension has died down.

Whilst listening to the conversation between the woman and the little girl, Dun decided to do some sort of socialising himself. Playing scruffling Wilk beneath his chin, Dun asked the tall lady Helen. "So uh.. Does all these fights happen often around you and your family? It didn't seem like you felt any tension despite all the ongoings back there. You know this isn't normal right?". As soon as he finished his sentence, his stomach growled again. His two worldly possessions, the bottle of Gin he just picked up and his trustly Iron bat has been left behind in that wretched town.

In the distance, the sea could be seen. "Maybe I can finally have some food now"

[Vio]

5

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“You looked amazed that I could punch that wall down… Is that not common?” asked Roberta, the young Sally still perched upon her shoulders as the group marched steadily through the broken, mostly deserted streets. Aside from the ongoing skirmishes between piratical forces and the resistance of the World Navy, it seemed most other faces were hiding themselves well within the confines of their respective abodes. Who could blame them? Not only was violence and bloodshed being tossed about, but a bunch of abnormally large strangers were wading haplessly through the chaos without any signs of fear!

^{“Eh? Not outside of my family! Weiheihei~!” Hector laughed:
“Heck! I can do it, but you did it without breaking a sweat!”}

^“Bwoff!”

“That was no flimsy timber you smashed through, either,” the carefree colossus continued, his eyes twinkling with an intense excitement – like a child in a sweet shop. Wilk ran playful circles around the team, barking low barks of attention every once in a while as the rather ridiculous retinue continued their trek through the battle torn build. Despite its proximity to the oceans blue, this region of Winchester seemed awfully dry and dusty, broken only by splashes of green where weeds had been given the time to take root.

^{“So, uh… You know this isn’t normal, right?”}

Helen gave Dun an odd look.

“Trust me, this isn’t normal for someone like you, but for me it’s always the same. I’m a Wayland, though. So, I wouldn’t have it any other way!” The beaming grin upon her face a clear indication of just how much of a staple a fight was to her style of living, the teenage titan’s very presence seemed to mime that of her paternity. The love of a good scrap was wired into the blood of the Wayland family – blood that had often been compared to the flames of the blacksmith’s forge. Much as the family loved to craft, they also loved to leap head first into the midst of a battle without much regard for safety. Even if Helen was a bit more conservative about her being than her father, she was by no means any less wired by the sounds of a proper brawl.

^{“Weiheiheihei~! That’s my girl!”}

“I see it! That’s the boat!” Sally spoke up, pointing energetically. The party had reached the perimeter of the harbour, where the buildings certainly looked a lot less tattered and beaten. In fact, there seemed to be quite a lack of action in these parts, causing the two Giant-bloods to look at each other – and then back to whence they’d marched from – with equal looks of disappointment. Such frowns were quickly replaced with classical smiles, however. A love of a fight was one thing, but that skirmish was the type that neither man nor daughter really enjoyed all that much. It was the underdog that always received their support, regardless of moral affiliation, simply because it meant that they ensuing battle would be all the more enjoyable and challenging!

^{“Gwrrrr…!”}

“Oi, what’s up, Wilk…?” Mister Wayland’s face turned ominous, his brow furrowing as he looked to his canine companion. The Lapphund had taken point, hackles partially raised. Not that you could really tell through all that wild fur. Even so, the massive mutt had his head lowered and his ears pricked, tail still as he stared forth towards where the youngster had been gesturing. His growl was a low, cautious one, indicative of something being wrong. He did not bark, for such excitable sounds only came about to draw attention to himself; something which he was clearly not trying to do at this point in time.

Helen placed a hand upon her sword’s hilt.

“What’s going on over there, I wonder,” Hector muttered, his gaze honing in upon the aforementioned establishment. Sure enough, a relatively sturdy and traditional building stood at the far end of the docking area, overlooking the slightly murky blue waters of the West Blue. Ships of various scale lined Winchester’s wharf, some lingering out at sea due to their scale, but a particularly large vessel had moored and anchored itself just a hundred feet from the classical construct. Its sails were furled, rigging elaborate, and a couple of hefty gangplanks crossed from its starboard and onto the cobblestone quay. Flaxen rope thicker than a man’s arm had been tied to thick stone bollards which, alongside the inevitably massive anchor, kept the grand vessel from drifting away on the now outgoing tide.

It was not the ship that Wilk’s attentions were upon, however. The wolf had his eyes affixed upon the gathering of burly men near the building that had been branded as the orphanage. There were at least a dozen of them from what the behemoth could see, though their intent was as of yet unclear…

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_{Hector Wayland (012345)
Helen Wayland (ffcc22)
Roberta (a1c8f3)
Dun (111111)
Wilk (555555)
Sally (51038f)}

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