The Bastards of Eek-Wai
A ragged tearing crash of splintering wood and tortured hull rent the night air already asunder with the keening of taut ropes and booming waves. The merciless onslaught of the whipping waves and lashing storm caused the beleaguered vessel to slam forward hard, propelling the salt-rimed occupants off their feet, many careening overboard as the sudden change in momentum reaped its deadly toll.
The vessel, once so mighty in the light of day, once so tall and proud, was now reduced to a shattered wreck, it's mid-section impaled upon a jagged rock like a colossal spear bringing down a waterbourne leviathan.
Seawater gushed and roiled inside the stricken ship, frothing waves smashing through the wounded ship's innards like a plague of locust. Crew were hurled back and slammed indiscriminately, many too weary to resist. Cracking bones and screams of pain added to the cacophony of noise as thunder rumbled angrily in the sky directly above the beleaguered crew,
Lightning struck the top of the second mast.
An all encompassing white searing blast of incandescent forked lightning found and earthed all of the storm's wrath a huge deafening explosion. Huddled and shuffling figures below cowered and looked around with unseeing eyes momentarily, their vision filled with the angry after-image of a spear of light. Sizzling timbers and the wet thud of a charred crew member striking the deck nearby caused those with any strength left to snap back into reality. Ringing ears and aching joints attempted to lash the remnants of their dying ship to the coastline to preserve any remnants of their desperate escape from their homeland. Waves continued to assault the ship, it's ramshackle mooring attempt allaying nothing of the storm's fury. The vessel was swept out once more from the rocky edge of the coastline, the massive stone claw causing a resonant squeal through the timbers; A mere taste of the horrors yet to come.
How many more seconds, minutes or hours passed after this point, no one is certain. To some, moments, to others, an eternity on an already dead ship as, like a cruel parody of its former self, the storm tossed it across the waves like a marionette.
The storm passed. Consciousness returned to some. but did not for significantly more. The survivors were exhausted, bruised, bleeding, but alive...
Gestelmore watched the horizon as the clouds began to darken into a color reminiscent of the smoke that poured out of the coal stacks around Eek-Wai. The sea, beginning to roil, was so outlandish compared to how he remembered the calm, soothing waters that lapped into the bay where he had worked as a dockhand in his old life. Oh Eek-Wai. How he missed it. Its serene rolling hills, with avenues of towering, mighty spruce that seemed to stretch on for miles. But alas, to continue to muse over a lost city would do him no good. Not now. Not with this forbidding weather approaching their vessel. Gestelmore turned back from his position atop the bow to gaze over his siblings. His younger sister, Ireniec, could still not stop sobbing. He watched as she wiped bits of snot and other bodily fluid onto her cloak as his twin, Gimpfried, comforted her. Gimpfried seemed to be handling this much better than her, he thought to himself.
In their hurry to escape that damned city they had no opportunity to search for their parents, their lovers, or any of their possessions. The only opportunity they had to keep their lives was to take the boat and veer out of the bay into open waters. “Chin up Ireniec”, he shouted back. “We must keep our heading true and we will find sanctuary in these foreign lands soon enough”. As he tried to soothe his sister, the skies darkened even more rapidly overhead. A deep, ominous rumble erupted out towards their position. Gestelmore spun back around, towards the direction of this outburst. Soon enough, streaks of devilish blue lightning raced across the skies, slowing encroaching on their vessel. This was not what I was given to expect of these seas, Gestelmore pondered to himself. As he peered out into night, these thoughts crossing his mind, the storm began to rage even fiercer. He once again turned back to check on his family. As he spun around, suddenly, a burst of light tore through the mast of the ship. Then another towards the second. Gestelmore was tossed from the bow, as water began to rush into the newly open hull. Gestelmore tumbled through the murky waters, trying to regain his surroundings and locate his family. As he tried his damndest to regain his composure, his vision suddenly went black as a sizable section of the hull knocked him unconscious.
When Gestelmore regained consciousness next, he spat and gagged out seawater as he attempted to make sense of his surroundings. His vision, still a blur, was not of much assistance in this. However, as he slowly rose from his prone position, he could feel what appeared to be the touch of sand. He could also hear the lapping of the waves on what would likely be a shore. Finally, his vision began to return to him. He peered out over this bizarre new coastline where he now found himself. As he panned around, he caught glimpses of the strewn hull and other parts of his once proud seafaring vessel. He quickly rose in an attempt to regain what initiative he had left in this situation. As he quickened his pace and drew closer to larger fragments of the vessel, voices drifted across the beach towards his location. As he rounded an exceedingly large chunk of the ship, what he found was the survivors of the voyage. Among them, both Ireniec and Gimpfried. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Although this was not how they had expected their voyage to go, a vast new land lay out before them. Perhaps, in time, they could bring some semblance of normalcy back. Something similar to what they had in Eek-Wai.
Day 2: The plants here are strange… I haven’t been brave enough to try the red berries that Irenic found the other day, but we found some wild pigs that we captured and have hung to dry. The ship's left overs should last us for a couple weeks but I’m not sure how long we will be here before someone finds us. To say I’m optimistic about our survival is… well, optimistic.
Day 7: I found a bottle with a marking I've never seen before on it. It was on the beach when I went there to see if my fish trap had caught anything, it hadn’t. Point is, I've never seen this bottle before and am starting to wonder about the properties behind that storm, and whether or not we’ve arrived somewhere unseen to the Eek-wain eye.
Day 23: The birds here make such beautiful sounds, and the seals are starting to look quite uh… well let's just say I miss the women back home. I think I’m starting to get a good idea as to why sailors make up stories of mermaids. The people of Eek-wai are constantly on mind, in more ways than one I suppose. I wish we could have just made things work there instead of going on this perilous fucking voyage… time for dinner.
Day 46: The salty air is starting to get to me… I can’t really tell how many days we’ve been here now. My log says it's been 46 days but I’m starting to think maybe I’ve missed some. My father once told me I had to look after my family and at this point the only family I’ve got left is these two rag tag buffoons. I feel as though I’ve let him down somehow. I thought I saw a ship out on the horizon early this morning but I’m sure it was just a dream. No one is going to save us.
Day 49: I couldn’t believe my eyes, a ship, there’s a fucking ship here. These people speak our tongue but say nothing if Eek-wai only speaking of the Candarion Realms. They saw the smoke from our fire and thought the island was supposed to be free of people, which until a few months ago it was, but they thought maybe there was a forest fire here and came here to collect data. I’ve been told we must go in front of the counts and barons and such to tell them our story… Also there are some very beautiful women here and that makes me so, so happy.
Hi I'm Irenic, heard about the server from a friend and decided to throw my hat into the ring along with my two other friends! Our joint applikcation seemed like a fun thing to do.
I have extensive world building lore server experience for over 7 years, I love this stuff!
Looking forward to building a fledgling settlement if we get the chance to join this seemingly epic server. I love all the maps and varied stories here.
Some commonly asked question answers:
- My favourite colour is gold.
- Im in GMT time zone.
- I sneeze a lot.
Here is the broken ship upon the shore:
@gimpy Hi, I'm Gimpy local anime enthusiast. I like playing video games and am currently studying Broadcasting up here in Canada. As you can see we've mixed up our applications and put them all together since we are joining together. We are good friends from another server and will probably play with each other the most. Here are some cool pics of a build from my other server I've been working on.
I'm Treyech (IGN: NiceToSquanchYou) and I am a 23 year old college student, currently living in the CST timezone. As far as my history with minecraft goes, I've been playing consistently since the Beta but I've taken breaks here and there. For a lot of the last 5-7 years, I've been playing on other survival or roleplaying servers. As I've been interested in finding another active survival/building/rp server, I was recommended this by some friends that I had been in similar servers with previously.
As far as my role-playing experience goes, I've been playing DnD since about middle school. Haven't had time in the last couple years to play as much as I want, due to college, but I've always been a huge fan of the amount of character/lore/world-building that can be incorporated into it. Due to this experience, I think it's led to me being able to adapt to a variety of different types of role-playing. It also has driven to incorporate a lot of ideas that I've had for various DnD characters or campaigns, into settings like Minecraft. I can really appreciate being able to flesh out a town that I've worked on in DnD in a setting like Minecraft. My hope would be to do something similar, with my friends, in this server.
As far as my plans go, if I were to be accepted into this server, I think I'd like to find an appropriate realm and make a starter town with my friends (Ireniec & Gimpfried). Following this, I may then branch out into pursuing a realm of my own, if time allows it. I still have some ideas from DnD games that I'd like to visualize into a Minecraft setting, and I think (based on what I've seen) that this server would be perfect for that.
I've include below some of my old builds, from previous servers, as well as a build I made earlier today with Ireniec.
Now that you have all done that, probably the most unique application to our server ever, I am going to suggest that you split it up for approval purposes. This is an amazing application, but our bureaucracy is not designed to handle this. Just link back to this post, and answer these usual questions in it, if you haven't already!
What is/are your favorite colors(s)?
What type of fantasy races are you most interested in?
Do you have a general understanding of progression in this server?
What's your favorite biome to build in?
What's your favorite type of wood in Minecraft?