Old Reeking Mast : Durability 4/49
Made from a very strong tree.
Steeped in salt water after having spent a long time floating in the sea as a phantom ship. This wood is certain to bring bad luck. Inappropriate material to create anything with.
Options:
Luck: -15
Will make you constantly thirsty.
Reduces the chance for successful attacks on targets while at sea.
The longer it is kept close the more chance that you will gain a minor curse, like an itchy rash or boils.
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With this old mast, Weed started carving small skeletons and a small sculpture of a Phantom Ship.
“Just like my old wooden sculptures that I used to sell.”
Hundreds of bottles were filled like cookie jars with a skeleton sculpture and a note each, they were then tossed into the water so that they would drift far out to sea.
His tiny Phantom Ship was detailed right down to the black sails, once it was placed in the waves it sailed away quickly.
“Time for a new experiment with sculpting…”
Weed plunged both his hands into the seawater.
“Sculpture Material Comprehension.”
Ting!
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Unnamed Coastal Seawater.
The seawater has a very strong life force, it’s nature is very tolerant.
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Between Weed’s cupped hands the seawater began to glow and shine like it had been somehow infused with an inner essence.
“Using the natural mana of water to sculpt with…it’s good to sculpt without damaging anything for a change.”
Collecting seawater without destroying it, as it was collected it still contained the power of it’s original essence and could be manipulated into a sculpture.
“Nature Sculpting!”
From between his hands the seawater started rising into the air, Weed hadn’t intended that to happen, the water seemed to lift itself into the sky.
Gushing water swirled and becomes a beautiful flowing sphere, silent and serene in it’s watery colors of green-blue.
Weed let the water rise to the height where Yellowy could have taken a bath in it, he then took out Zahab’s sculpting knife and started to trim the water.
“I will have to make a good sculpture.”
He could have left it rough, but Weed wanted to perfect this technique.
Shown standing on the deck of his Ghost ship looking off into the far distant unknown, with a patch over his eye and a hook for a hand it’s Weed’s Lich form, the Lich Pirate Captain Dereol.
Ting!
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A sculpture of a Phantom Ship
A phantom ship is captained by a Lich Pirate on the Open Sea!
Can safely be called a poorly done and quite evil sculpture by any standard. Carved using natural seawater
Artistic Merit: 179
Special Options:
Enhances all abilities of the Undead
Increases the top speed of Ghost Ships by 5%
Leadership skills increase by 2% while at sea.
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Well, it was the best he could do for now.
“Cloud Sculpting!”
The sculptured water evaporated into the air.
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-You used the Cloud Sculpting Technique.
Your affinity with nature level was used for your skill level with cloud sculpting.
Cloud skill level is too low, unable to set cloud rain properties.
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High above them a dark cloud formed and began to draw in the other clouds nearby, growing larger and blacker as it absorbed the smaller clouds.
A phantom ship filled with ghost pirates looking almost perfectly real, it’s as if Dereol and crew were sailing in the sky!
This enormous black ship made of clouds was Weeds first cloud sculpture. As it is must go where the wind pushes the massive cloud phantom ship was forced down into the sea.
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The Flying Dutchman, Calamity of the Planetes Sea. i
“Cap..tain! I.. pulled.. this… out. from… the sea.”
The dirty, ragged dressed crew member brought the item to his captain.
The captain wore a frayed sideways hat, while below he had a single eye-patch leaving him just his single eye to read with.
“Ooh..early…the boss is calling us…sail…quickly….you…must…voyage.”
On board the ship the ropes that bound the sails were untied as the ship was made ready to depart. It was then that the sad and bitter truth was revealed, these sails were black, tattered and full of holes, still, the phantom ship, the Flying Dutchman and her undead crew had to make do with what they had.
Nevertheless, this was the time of year that the northeast winds were at their peak and the Dutchman caught that fair wind and somehow sailed forth.
The infamous phantom ship the Flying Dutchman had received a nasty note in a glass bottle from Weed but they were not the only ship getting notes and setting their sails.
In the Neria Sea another phantom ship received a message in a bottle and they quickly changed course.
“Let’s…Go…”
“Called us…a…Lich..it’s….orders…..we…..dare…not..refuse.”
“Mighty…chaos…warriors…honorable..fighters…we…must…..die.in.battle…”
After sending out the bottles Weed had once again revived his Lich, the higher grade Lich of course which came with the high level undead summoning skills. Carved from local rock on site…it looked worse than the last two, he didn’t forget to add the hook.
The higher level summon skills had an unexpected effect on the notes in the glass bottles…they were all delivered to the phantom ships.
If you also add in the fame Weed had earned in the quest with the chaos warrior, the ring of fire and the skill levels he had gained while hunting as an undead Lich. It shouldn’t be too surprising that with the passage of time Weed’s name was very well known not only on the Versailles Continent but also to all of the Undead ranks.
Even for those humans and other races with no interest in the undead were talking about Weed as their main hot topic!
This vast amount of fame and gossip was having an effect.
Not only nearby but also in far away oceans phantom ship captains were moving.
“Faster…….we.must.cut…..a…huge…wake..through..the..sea.”
That year in the Planetes Sea, out of nowhere phantom ships started appearing there, where they had never been seen before.
In the Neria Sea a phantom ship was sucked into the vortex of a whirlpool. The phantom ship hull was damaged as you might have guessed but it was not destroyed.
This very same phantom ship, sucked down into the depths of the vortex, reappeared much later…. in the west.
“This…is not…where we…were.”
Other phantom ships at the time of Weeds bottles were also being drawn into other vortex’s. They’d be sucked in and the reappear…in the northeast, near the Jigolaths.
Things were Moving!
Elsewhere, in the calmest and deepest waters, sunken ships which had been lost and never seen again, started to rise up as new phantom ships.
These new phantom ships started sailing and the bodies aboard these ex-sunken ships began to wake up as Undead and recall their skills.
“Kee kee kee, we all know that to turn up like this…is to turn up for a fight.”
Some 200 years ago there was the pirate ship ‘Jabricha!’, famous for it barbarity. The captain was dumped without mercy by his men onto a desert island, he held a big grudge and after dying of hunger became an Undead.
Onto this desert island’s sandy shore a bottle was delivered but the undead captain had no way to travel and answer the call.
“Kill Kill, Kill Kill Kill!”
Driven mad by his odd urges he nevertheless, hung out on the beach. A passing phantom ship offered him a ride.
“Where..you..going?”
“To…Weed.”
“That’s..where..we’re..going..too.”
Through the rough waves and storms, these ships kept sailing on, the phantom ship pipeline was in full production.
Anything that would float would do, dugout, canoe, raft, they even clung to logs or jumped into barrels, as long as it could move the Undead towards their goal.
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