Castle of Blood [Quest]

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There are Islands which thrive, having a wealthy economy, an astute government, and a population of happy people. Namakura Island was not one of them. An already corrupt Island, the rise of a new King, Dracul V. Rosa, had plunged the Island even further into the abyss of tribulation. The King, a former Pirate, has been ruling Namakura for the last 10 years after his overthrow of the last King. He has overtaxed the people, ignored the Economy, and allowed Crime to rise to unprecedented levels. The people of Namakura Island have all but given up, their hope and spirit utterly gone.

The King, attempting to ensure his absolute control, had appointed 12 of the strongest warriors of the Island as his personal guards. Known as Dracul’s Twelve Apostles, they are the barrier between Life and Death for their King.

As the Island deteriorated, 6 of the 12 realized the error they had made and wished to correct it. But they could not oppose their King, not directly at least. They had Sworn an Oath and by some Magic, they were unable to break it. But they could not allow their birthplace, their home, to die. They have relinquished their pride and made a cry to the world. Someone. Anyone. Help.

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The state of the Island was beyond abysmal. Wreckage and debris lay scattered without any distinct purpose. Buildings were half completed or destroyed, barely capable of providing shelter. A Dark atmosphere encompassed the Island, allowing little light to enter. Eerie silence surrounded all sad souls who dared approach, as if it was a ghost town, long ago dead. The Castle was well hidden, despite it’s large size. It was the source of life amidst this chaos and finding it would prove a difficult task on it’s own.

[LICH T. NOIR]

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[Mephistopheles Til Alexandros]

~~~~~~~~~~~Lougetown~~~~~~~~~

Advocat was having a rather ho hmm sort of day in the infamous Lougetown of the East Blue due to having come here for supplies that only this infernal place could have, but the process has been slow since regardless of the name the place was anything BUT a town and more like a city with its maze of streets and alleyways. This did of course make it difficult for Marines to find his crew as they worked but did make it take longer for them to get back to the ship with food, ammo, rope, water, and the other various items needed for a ship like Dead Man's Chest.

Thus while the lower ranks were busy with the grunt work Advocat and his fishman companion Jeeves were busy gathering up information about where to do next, they were still well aware that the crew and themselves were not ready to deal with the larger threats of the world and were keen on gathering up more connections. But as Advocat looked through papers on a notice board he saw a piece of paper that stood out from the rest, he pulled it off the board and began to read it over while Jeeves looked over his shoulder to read as well.

"Hmm seems that we stumbled upon something that brings forth a mixture of reactions from me Jeeves..." "Ya don't say..." "Oh yes it has caught my interest yet at the same time it irritates me rather sorely.....but regardless the reward for it also would be quite handy as well. Wouldn't you agree?" "A corrupted King's treasure trove hmm....well if the guy is a money grubber type then there would be more wealth there than what a standard King would have huh?" "Quite true quite true indeed.....I believe we just found ourselves our newest venture no?" "Pff as long as I get a good meal out of this I don't care if we were told to get a cat out of a damn tree..." "Oh Jeeves you always think with your stomach don't you...?" said Advocat with a chuckling sigh before taking the paper with him for it had information on how to get to the required location as well.

Once the duo was able to get back to the docks and back aboard their ship Advocat allowed the rest of the crew to finish their work gathering supplies. But as soon as that process was finished he quickly informed them of their newest task. and while some were a bit weary of the danger most were thrilled at the prize waiting for them. Thus with a hearty cry of cheer from the crew and Jeeves, Advocat started to command the men and women of the ship to ready the ship to set sail for Namakura Island.

~~~~~~~~~~Namakura Island~~~~~~~~~

While it did indeed take a good amount of time for Advocat's ship to travel from Lougetown in the East Blue to Namakura Island in the Grand Line. It would of taken far far far longer if it wasn't for the fact that Advocat's well versed knowledge of sea travel was not supplemented by the directions on the paper that he took from the notice board. Though regardless of that it was a rough trip due to a few small Sea King attacks that required Advocat to shoot the eyes out of the infernal creatures to be rid of them.

That along with the insane weather did make the crew look worse for the wear and they would of lost a few members if it wasn't for the efforts of Jeeves and other fishmen in the crew. Which of course made the cry of 'LAND HO!' all the more welcomed by everyone for even Advocat was growing weary of the sea. Now that they would make landfall he would not be required to concentrate on so many task at once any more to ensure the crew's safety, but even still he figured this trying trip would help cement loyalty to him due to how hard he worked to ensure every member made it here.

This feeling of relief from everyone was dulled slightly though when the sight of the island's towns greeted their eyes, to them it looked like the island was ransacked as well as hit with three powerful storms in quick succession. That combined with the oddly dark and foreboding atmosphere did bother he crew, though the ones that were from Thriller Bark like Advocat and Jeeves were less affected by this. Advocat said to himself "Well...isn't this an wonderful sight to see when first coming here...Seems I shall be doing the world a favor by finishing this little task."

The wreckage and debris though did have a positive side for it made the worn down looking Dead Man's Chest blend in instead of actually standing out. That would help keep the ship safer than it normally would and as such Advocat steered the ship to a location where it would fit in the most and allow them to get onto the island itself. Once docked and anchored he told the crew along with Jeeves to stay on the ship as he goes to scout the area out, with a nod from Jeeves and a grunt of understanding from the crew Advocat slung his scythe onto his back while picking up his rifle.

He then disembarked from the ship and headed into the decrepit looking town to see if he could find those that had sent out the paper for help. He was keen on getting as much information as possible from these people before going after the target....that and he was hopeful he wasn't the only one doing this task.

[As always will fix anything if required or asked to]

[Leonardo Scarborough]

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[atrb=valign, middle][atrb=class, grey][classy=text] After catching wind of an island full of treasures willing to be given out by a tyrant king Leonardo knew that he couldn’t pass up the chance to wreak some havoc on an island he knew nothing of. Of course the king wasn’t giving away his treasure but rather Leo would be taking it…hopefully without a fight. Cloaked in elegant black garbs and his four swords the Scarlet King seemed to be at relative ease as his personal cross-shaped boat would slide onto the sands of Namakura Island. [/classy]

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[Ichiryu Midora]

Ichiryu Midora, mad gunner, wielder of the bara bara no mi, bank robber, member of a yonkou crew and generally awesome guy had too caught wind of the apostle's cries. After loading his guns he had got his crew mate Elias Church to open a door allowing him to arrive on the island very swiftly from the distant Arashi Island. The place was an absolute mess, but it seemed some others had arrived here with some purpose. One he recognised instantly from that trouble with the zombies. Lich T.Noir, a guy who had become a yonkou. Truly a fearsome guy. A killing machine. Well, that made things simpler providing the cyborg didn't try to kill him of course. Then again unless he had haki or seastone hitting Ichiryu would be quite difficult. The man walked towards the town and activated his wolf sense ability heightening his awareness of the area around him. A useful skill with an annoying drawback that made loud noises and bright lights more effective against him. However, it had its purposes.

Two people on the beach, Lich and a guy he didn't know and one in the town. Well, one that seemed to be walking with purpose anyway. It was odd. The request had mentioned a castle and yet he could see no castle. It was quite dark around here, but still a castle should stand out especially among this wreckage. He rubbed his gun against his head thoughtfully. Even his sharp eyes could not pick up any sign of the castle. It had to be hidden somehow. How you hid a castle he had no fucking clue, but it seemed the only logical explanation.

"They coulda at least given some hint to where it is." he grumbled and headed off towards the centre of the town. That was where he felt the castle was most likely to be. After all, towns normally were built around castles in some way. There didn't seem to be a sign of any mountains or large hills. Castles were built in strategic places for defensive purposes. That was what a castle was for. So if there wasn't any strategic ground then the centre seemed the most likely. That way the buildings and streets would offer some protection. Or at least funnel the attackers so that they could be more easily held off.

[Nero]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #FB0C12 solid; margin-top: -30px;]Nero was still the Nero he was. Nothing had yet happened. No bank had been robbed. He hadn't yet met Javier. No, Nero was still the same old Nero.

Namakura Island. This place was beyond desolate. It had been fucked over countless times over and over again. Even Nero had to admit that the shit it had undergone was messed up. One Tyrant after another. Dictators giving birth to new Dictators. The place hadn't had a proper government in...ever.

Still, Nero found his way to the Island in search of some relief for his boredom. He needed someway to get past his recent defect. He was no longer part of Dogs of Cerberus, no longer on the greatest of terms with the crew's captain. The former first mate stepped onto land, tethering his little boat.









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[Myth]

*Sorry for the holdup

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A figure stood amidst a stygian room. He held a single golden coin within the palm of his hands. Yet, no light entered the room. He grasped the coin with his fingers, letting it move from one to the other flawlessly. He seemed to be viewing something, as entranced as he was. Yet there were no windows, or doors, or screens, or anything else that could have been used for viewing.

The coin came to a stop, floating in midair. That is, if it could have been seen. Within this Melancholy Room, on this Harrowing Island, a man stood smiling as he watched the Darkness. If there had been any light, any fraction of it, that twisted smile would have been enough to make most go mad.

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There was no sign of life on this forsaken Island. As each made their way onto shore, they were greeted with silence. It was not until they were all gathered that the silence broke. It was broken not by a voice but the sound of a bullet passing by, aimed by a sniper so as to miss the Gunner's neck by the slightest of fractions. The Mad Gunner was in too much of a rush. Anxiousness would do him no good on this Quest. Patience was their friend now.

A figure made itself evident, stepping out of the shadows and basking in the dim light of the moon, even through the thick fog. He was solemn but one could not be sure as his face was as stolid as an unfinished statue. He watched the crowd of adventurers and frowned. This would not do in the least bit. They all radiated confidence, a trait that would only work against them on this Quest.

"Good Evening, Gentlemen. I have come to escort you to Lord Dracul's Castle. If you please, follow me."

With that, he pivoted on his heel and turned, walking further into the nightmarish Island.

[LICH T. NOIR]

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[Ichiryu Midora]

The gunner had not even reacted to the bullet in the slightest. It did not worry him. Only a seastone shot would of worried him and seastone had an aura of sorts so he was sure he would of noticed if it had been seastone due to being so close especially in wolf sense mode. He looked at their 'escort'.

"Well at least ya guys have the sense to come and show us the way so we can get this shit done." Ichiryu said with a grin. "Is a bullet the normal way you greet a guest coming to help you?" For someone who had just been shot at he was being rather cheerful. He didn't seem pissed or worried at all. He followed the guy keeping more alert then before. There were plenty of good areas to hide around here so another sneak attack could happen. He assumed the guy was just trying to show them they couldn't be overconfident. It made sense, but he could of just said rather then taking a shot at Ichiryu. Ah well, it didn't matter too much to the mad gunner. He just wanted to get this done, get his cash and get out of here. He had plans for that money.

[Leonardo Scarborough]

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[atrb=valign, middle][atrb=class, grey][classy=text] It wasn’t long before some action had finally sparked on the island. A gunshot would narrowly miss a rambunctious little shit of a gunner and Leo remarked at how those around seemed not to care in the least. He joined the group along the shore where they had been greeted by a figure shaded by the dark of the night. Would’ve been interesting for the guy to get his head taken off Leo thought to himself. Clutching one of his sheathed swords in his right hand the strawberry headed pirate swordsman made his way to the town with the rest of the group. Hopefully the treasures gained on the trip would be enormous. [/classy]

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[Mephistopheles Til Alexandros]

Advocat had been looking through the wrecked town for only a few moments before spotting others in the darkness that seemed to permeate everything on this island, looking at the different people did quickly make the rather new Captain a bit weary due to how a few looked less than rational. This combined with the fact one of them nearly got his head taken off by a bullet didn't help Advocat feel any more comfortable around them....when the odd guide had shown himself though all attention was on him. Only once the man had revealed he was to lead them to the castle did Advocat feel slightly better about all this, sure he was working with psychopaths that would quickly turn on him and each other at a moment's notice but at least they had a direction.

Advocat moved to follow like the others had but kept himself in the back to avoid one of them stabbing or shooting him in the back, as he did so he kept a firm grip upon his rifle and made sure to be ready to fight if things were to quickly go south for himself. But he did wonder who the others were.....though to ask them never came to mind since they just never struck him as being friendly enough for conversation. 'Oh how I do hope this doesn't become a blood bath, we will have enough trouble already without us trying to kill each other as well....' thought Advocat as he kept alert for trouble.

[Nero]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #FB0C12 solid; margin-top: -30px;]Quickly, a consensus was reached: the little fucker was annoying. Wait. No. It couldn't be. It was! The idiot who was running his mouth was the same idiot who had been in pieces once before. By the act of Nero and his former captain too. It seemed that the idiot hadn't yet learned his lesson. He had had his ass beat yet was here blabbing on as if he wasn't arguable out of his league. But it didn't matter though. Nero had other shit to attend to.

For him, the bullet hadn't been a surprise. Even within this fog, his senses kept him alert. If any attacks were to come his way, he was certain that he would be able to stand his ground. He was, after all, a master of sound. But there was no way of knowing just how long it'd be useful for. This Island was quite unknown thanks to its state.









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[Myth]

The Gunner did not seem to comprehend the message that was being relayed. Like Lightning, the Guide moved, summoned a Custom Colt Pistol out of nowhere, rotated, and held the object at point blank range, aimed at the Gunner. There would be no doubt left, he would be a formidable opponent if he attacked. His speed far outmatched all those present. Even the fastest among them would have had difficult tracking his movements. But he was not their opponent.

The Guide was not amused. Yet, his face remained void of any expression, as if the movement he had just done was natural and base. He kept the Gun placed near the face of the Gunner, unless the Gunner was stupid enough to move.

"You misunderstand. None of you are guests. You are here to perform a task that needs performing and to collect your rewards. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not for a second think that the people of this Island wish for your presence. I suggest you learn to hold your tongue, Mad Gunner. And I suggest you do well to be watchful. Nothing on this Island is as it seems and few things spoken are the truth."

He pivoted once again, the gun disappearing as he did so. He continued forward on his path as if nothing had gone wrong. In truth, nothing he had. There was no element of surprise for these adventurers. The enemy already knew of their arrival, already knew of their arsenal. They were in enemy territory now. But though the enemy might have known them, they did not know the enemy.

Though neither Guns had contained seastone rounds, both had been imbued with Haki. If either round had made contact, they would have caused substantial damage. Hopefully the silence would, for once, remain.

[Ichiryu Midora]

The mad gunner shook his head in disbelief, but remained silent. It seemed these islanders were pretty touchy. He'd hold his tongue for now. The movement had been very swift, almost too fast for him to see. It would not be wise to attack the man. As he walked in silence he considered the man. If this man was not able to deal with what was plaguing this island then how could the group? Each of them was immensely skilled in their own way, but would they be able to handle it. It would definitely be interesting to see.

In all honest the man was lucky not to have a bullet through his stomach or a blade. Wolf Sense allowed him to detect slight movements and sounds and his speed was not too shabby. In that moment Ichiryu would of just been able to stab the man. However, the mad gunner didn't kill for no reason and he didn't want to waste his strength. Plus if they didn't have this guy guiding them then they might not ever find the bloody invisible castle.

Plus the man interested him. That gun had come out of nowhere. The man did not seem to have a gun anywhere on him. How did he do it? A devil fruit?

[LICH T. NOIR]

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