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Eireann Ó'Reilly July 13th 2013, 11:57 pm

This pirate-era Hetalia roleplay is founded on historical fact. However, what occurs here is written as our own fictional responses to these facts. If you are interested in joining, PM either myself or Elizaveta.

There are two sides to this roleplay- those who ally themselves with England, and those who ally themselves with Spain. If you join, it's best you choose a side. However, neutral characters shall be considered.

Current Participants Include:

Arthur Kirkland - United Kingdom + Elizaveta Hedervary - Hungary

Antonio F. Carriedo - Spain + Eireann ~~Kirkland~~ O'Reilly - Ireland

~ ☠ ~

The King and his men stole the queen from her bed

And bound her in her bones...

Never before had the sunlight been so harsh. It must have been weeks since Eireann had last seen the brightness of day. War had torn apart what equality and respect had remained in her nation. Those who had waged rebellion had been crushed, and those who did not find favor with the British Empire either for religious or personal points of view had been exiled. All of them, sentenced to slavery in the Caribbean territories.

Though separated from the rest of her kin, the Irish woman could hear as they were led out of the ship's hold and onto new ground. No doubt her entrance was to be saved for last, for she had suffered a more painful voyage than the rest. Her brother, whom she had betrayed, was quite pleased with imprisoning her alone in the brig. Unlike the hold (or so she'd heard), no light filtered into the dank sea-prison. Arthur's loyal crew had been instructed to feed her only at night, so as to prolong her separation from all the light in the world. And that wasn't even the worst of it. Eireann's naturally resistant personality had driven her to starve herself when they initially set sail. After a few days, it was apparent that she would not survive the trip should she continue. So, the woman was forced to endure the torturous practice of force-feeding. When she retaliated, she only injured herself further. Having been held down against her will and whipped time and time again, her physical being could only take so much. But her fiery spirit refused to be snuffed out.

As the familiar creak of fine boots against aged wood echoed against the lower ship's walls, one pair of emerald eyes raised to meet another, accompanied by a long-awaited grin of hellish delight. Her manacles on all four limbs jingled through the shadows of her cell as she rose from her recumbent position, seated rather lazily with her legs bent beside her and her hands propping her up from behind. "Finally come to visit, brother?" she sneered, "It's a shame you had to show up so late. You've missed all the fun~"

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Magnus Densen

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Magnus Densen July 14th 2013, 8:30 am

Arthur, I'll be on your team! But first, you'll have to persuade me to join you. >:3

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〈♤〉

Since the early thousand of years had her reign expanded across Europe. Through war, she'd built an empire by stealing territories and imprisoning the young children of men and women to be raised to fight against their brothers and sisters.

Hungary's main purpose was to reach the sea, hence why she mainly headed West in order to reach the North Sea and expand the Hungarian fleet. To sail the Danube towards the Black Sea then into the Mediterranean Sea, was not impossible, however it took far too much time for a task to be done, not to mention how risky the voyage was due to all those dreadful pirates.

The vertical Red, White and Green flags fluttered loudly in the marine breeze of the North Sea on either side of the Hungarian docks. Thick grey clouds blocked the view of the sunny, blue sky and it was as cold as a day in early November inside of Central Europe.

The sound of heeled boots clapped against the wooden bridge as the Hungarian captain Elizaveta Héderváry made her way towards the elegantly built ship. She would personally sail the first ship on a quest to Africa through the English Channel for commercial purposes. She needed slaves to work the lands, and clean the ships in exchange for bread and water.

Eliza's dirty blonde hair wavered in the wind as her skilled fingers worked on tying it into a ponytail with a green ribbon. She was the last to climb. Her clothes were impeccably exquisite and mainly consisted of the colours white and green, her hat being green and decorated with gems and whatnot.

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The ship gently moved away from the docks, balancing its weight on the waves steadily as it began to move forward towards South. The journey began. Her only worries were the approach of storms and... pirates.

Arthur Kirkland

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Arthur Kirkland July 14th 2013, 7:56 pm

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Arthur had to cough to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape his throat. "Fun? Oh dearest sister, this is just the begining~" He purred, taking two quick steps towards her. He resisted the urge to shoot her right on the spot. One less burden that he had to carry on his shoulders. But no, he'd let her live. Death was too easy for a traitor such as herself. He'd show her clearly what happens when someone betrays the Empire.

He placed his hands behind his back, rocking on the heels of his boots ever so slowly. "By the way, you shouldn't be so defiant. It has gotten you here, hasn't it? But mark my words, you'll pay for what you've done to me professionally and personally." He spoke calmy, but the anger could be noted in the tone. The blonde took out a large set of keys searching for the one to her cell. Once the cell door was unlocked, he swung it open and stood away, beckoning for her to exit.

"Your audience await."

@Liz, Don't wory I'll give good reasons for her to join xD
@Cat, SORRY IT SUCK sgvdklgjd;aflkg

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Magnus Densen

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Magnus Densen July 15th 2013, 8:04 am

I realized my reply was a tad short and possibly misconducting, so I added this one to make your lives easier.

〈♤〉

It took three days to sail across half of the North Sea, but by the next afternoon, her ship would've already reached the English Channel. Elizaveta had a bad feeling about this for she heard there were a group of notorious pirates who claimed the seas and channel. But then again, pirates were spread all across Europe. Whether they're Nordic, British, Spanish, Bulgarian or Turkish, they were just the worse. The female bit her lip and she walked toward the edge of the ship to have a look around. The channel was clear, thankfully, with the exception of a ship that was a tad too elegant to be considered a pirate ship. She doubted that she would stop anywhere else for food and since they were already 3 days in their journey, she had decided to communicate the coordinates to her men to turn towards the British Isles.

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Antonio F. Carriedo July 15th 2013, 8:18 pm

The Spaniard was leaning against the ship's railing looking out at the Mediterranean sky. The clouds were soft and a pure white color. They remind him of a time where there wasn't any fighting. Where everyone could agree on the same issue. How he hoped that, he would see that sight again. But daydreaming wasn't why he was gazing out at the clouds. He was looking for a sign, any sign to him that his allies were doing alright.

He was suppose to have gotten a message from Eireann a long time ago. Antonio feared for his comrade safety, the last he head from her was that she was going to cause some destruction from the inside of the British Empire. She would sent a message for him after she was done and that message had come to him almost two weeks ago.

"Mierda! Vámonos! Time to set sail crew!" The captain yelled out to his crew and in a matter of seconds the mast were in motion. The giant ship it self was setting sail for the English Channel. He knew from past experiences that was where The Brit would have most of his ships docked for unloading shipments.

Arthur Kirkland

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Arthur Kirkland July 16th 2013, 8:18 pm

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Arthur didn't have time to stick around and watch Eireann suffer along with the rest of her people. As much as he wanted to see see the torture first-hand, or inflict it himself, there were far more important things than revenge. Inside the study, the pirate paced back and forth (a sign of nervousness) as he waited for word about the Hungarian whom he wrote a letter to. He needed a strong ally whom he could trust and Eliza was right for the job. He just hoped his offer towards her was enough. Then again, who could resist gaining complete control of the Spanish territries that were conquered and Antonio himself?

The Brit stopped pacing and sat at desk, drumming his fingertips lightly over the oak table. He sighed, getting up once again and waling towards the window that looked out on the coast. Only a few miles of land separated his fortress from the sea. It was safer to be far from the coast but not to far in case of an attack. Deep down, he had a feeling Eirann's betrayal would bring warfare soon not only for their sides, but others who allied themselves with either of them. No one has been able to take the power he had and he was sure as hell he wouldn't let it happen whatsoever.

"The oncoming storm.." He whispered as he watched the horizon.

Eireann Ó'Reilly

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Eireann Ó'Reilly July 18th 2013, 9:54 pm

~ ☠ ~

The King and his men stole the queen from her bed

And bound her in her bones...

Eireann had never taken a liking to being ordered around, but as the days wore on, she soon began to wish that there was someone telling her what to do. Instead of selling her off with the rest of her people, Arthur had set aside yet another special punishment for his sister. She could take a few punches, even from him, on public display, but it was the incessant whipping that drove her insane. The hard leather tore through her already scarred skin like a knife on paper. And her instructed keepers only stopped when inflicting some additional form of torture, such as pulling teeth or breaking bone, or when they grew bored with her and tossed her in filthy cell for the night.

Luckily, that spirit of hers was holding out like Devil in Hell. With each passing hour, her pain transformed itself into a hidden, seething rage. By each strike of the whip, she became more dangerous, more savage. Yet, her outward form played along as she knew the men expected. She would scream and cry, and act weak and broken, while the flames inside of her soared to new heights and drove her ambitions to new lows.

Sneaking a key to her chains was easy enough when the bastards were drunk. In fact, there were a lot of things they failed to notice when they fooled around on duty, including the conversations the Irish woman had initiated with the other prisoners. Several of them ran with the blood of her people and their companions, though not connected to Irish blood, proved to be allies of equal worth. A few words of ancient tongue came in handy when recruiting a crew in the midst of a prison. Soon enough, she would walk free, and the first to hear her tale would be none other than her most prominent partner in crime. With Antonio and his Spanish Armada at her side, Eireann was confident that the British Empire would face a war the likes of which it had never seen before.

As she twirled the key behind her back, a twisted smirk curled her lips. "The oncoming storm.."

Antonio F. Carriedo

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Antonio F. Carriedo July 18th 2013, 10:37 pm

Antonio was in his quarters. Thinking out ways he could insure his success against Arthur. There were many ways that he could do this out, for one he could just rush in there without a second thought and catch him completely off guard. Or even just wait it out till nightfall and attack. Both of those ideas sounded grand to the Spaniard. However, he could not afford to have any mistakes.

After all with the story that Eireann had told him about what Arthur did to her people. It made his blood boil over in furry. "No one deserves that to be their fate!" He thought to himself as he started to pace back and forth through out his room. Before, eventually coming to a stop and sitting down on his bed.

As he ship cleared through the mist only a hundred feet away from where the other ships stood. Now the captain stood outside, looking onward to those still ships. He knew that he had reached his target's location. However, he had ordered one of his crew members to stop the ship and wait it out until it got dark. The wind was rising, and he knew what it wanted. The wind wanted blood to be shed before this was all set and done. Almost as if on cue a torrent of air started to rise through out the sky.

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Francis Bonnefoy August 18th 2013, 1:04 am

How long had it been, since he'd been out at sea? A few days, perhaps a week? All in all, Francis simply couldn't recall the last time he'd stepped foot on land, for it was his own vessel that he had grown much too familiar with over the course of time he'd set sail for the English Channel. All he knew, however, was that he had misguided himself with rather misleading directions on his own map, thus stalling the journey till now, when he'd managed to get himself going in the right direction; the French pirate hadn't dared sailed remotely close to the Channel for ages, for fear of coming across his old rival whenever he wasn't prepared. However, now was a time of urgency, in which even Francis knew better than to keep away; after hearing what had happened with Eireann, Francis didn't approve of it whatsoever-plus, on the bright side, he'd heard rumors that his old ally, the Spaniard, may have hostile plans for Arthur and his crew for what he'd done with the Irish woman along with her people. Enough was enough at this point; perhaps now would be a good a time as ever to aid Antonio if it came to picking sides - since, Francis knew well he wouldn't even remotely think of choosing to side with Arthur.

A slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, Francis shifted slightly as he walked out onto the deck of his ship, the wind blowing enough to get the vessel traveling steadily ahead toward the Channel. And, seeing as the wind was acting up, it began to increase the speed of the French ship, giving Francis an advantage as he realized how close he was to the target. He wasn't all too sure if Antonio was already there or not, but if he was, then hopefully he could have a quick chat with the Spaniard to settle who's side was on who's. While he was awfully tempted to call for his crew to fire, he held the urge back, knowing that this could prove disastrous if he wasn't careful; after all, he'd fought against Arthur before on the sea, and had suffered an alarming amount of casualties the majority of the time. Laying in wait for a moment, Francis's smirk faltered into a scowl as he glanced across the expanse of water, taking notice of the mist settled in the area ahead. I can't risk making the first move just yet. Waiting till dark would be wiser, anyways, especially if Antonio is already here. Might as well wait for a bit.

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