Once the Artifact traversed its way into our world, it changed the fabric of reality, of culture, of city-states, of empires, of villages...of everything, including the lives of many young women who would grow up under rigorous training in subterfuge, magic, eroticism, and monster hunting. They'd become known as Rift Walkers.
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The songs of sailors were always so uplifting. She supposed they had to be, for a life at sea was both dismal and sublime. Ariana leaned against the bannister on the starboard bow and let the spray of the ocean fan her face. The wind blew up from the sea surface and swept her maroon hair with the breeze. The sailors played a variety of instruments on deck, a boon of calm seas. Ariana could make out a zither, drums, and perhaps an accordian. Somehow it all worked into a swashbuckling tune that inspired good cheer and adventure amongst the waves.
She'd taken a contract with the seamen as they sailed for Pirate's Rest, a rogue city state ruled by pirates. Mostly old pirates though, she thought, whose sea legs had grown too feeble for the deck of a ship and instead preferred the comfort of a cushy chair and the adrenaline of power. They'd commission raids, heists, and a variety of other duties for their younger brethren for a cut of the profit while benefiting from various investments in the town. Ariana chuckled at the idea of a pirate economy.
The ship cut the glass waters of the sea as Ariana watched the horizon for land. They'd be there within two days, plenty of time for her to fulfill her contract. Her branch of the Rift Walkers guild had been contracted by the Pirate's Rest enterprise to investigate a certain patch of sea, the Lullabies. An archipelago where a handful of their ships with some valuable cargo had gone missing recently, disappeared without a trace, and with no survivors. Her superiors in the guild had warned her of mermaids, a draconid kraken, sirens, and even of Scylla who might be responsible.
She'd considered all options, but as of yet, nothing had happened aboard the ship except for the menial tasks of sailing. Ariana turned to observe the crew, now playing dice aboard the deck. Others tended to their tasks aboard the ship. Her eyes fell upon the captain, a woman, known as Alexandria Stormchaser.
The tales said that she'd endured a run through a hurricane with her ship, the Wailing Maiden, with a haul of gold she'd plundered from a wealthy merchant town on the coast and had laughed the whole way through. A drunken, sensuous laugh, as if the lighting, pelting rain, and enormous waves had given her nothing but orgasmic delight. If her all male crew had respected her before, they worshipped and loved her now as the heroine of the seas. Ariana guessed that they'd all die for her, or a chance to bed her, because they both respected and admired her salt grit and astonishing beauty.
Ariana admired her from afar. An hourglass figure, fit to be mounted on the bow of the ship: full tits that burst from her doublet and tight leather pants that fit her thick thighs and curvy ass. Ariana had seen men watch her climb the steps to the helm more than once.
Her command was complemented by knee high black boots and a tricorn hat, decorated with the honors of the admirals she'd sunk and plundered. Her hazelnut hair swept down from her hat and flowed over her shoulder. She had ruby eyes and lips the color of coral. Ariana found her quite attractive, admirable, and, in combination with her laurels, downright sexy.
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The sun fell decisively, after dinner below deck. The sailors had received their ration of rum for the night and were singing below decks. Ariana gripped her own cup as the night crept upon the red sky.
Footsteps sounded behind her. She turned to find the Captain approaching with her own cup. The captain's eyes were glossy with the delight and warmth of intoxication.
"It's beautiful isn't it?"
"Red night, sailor's delight, isn't it?"
"Not for me," she said and laughed at her own joke. Ariana smirked.
"So I hear."
"What do you think is sinking our ships and taking the crews?"
"Could be any number of things."
"Monsters?"
"Perhaps, I won't know until we get closer."
"And what will you do? One little girl against a kraken? If it is that."
"There's a few things you could do with a kraken. None of it easy, but there are solutions.
How many cannons aboard?"
"Fourteen. Seven on each side."
"Those will help."
"I could have told you that," Alexandria said, finishing her cup and extracting a flask
from her bosom. She tossed the cup onto the deck and drank straight from the flask. Ariana said nothing, but eyed the flask.
"Black rum, want some?" Ariana nodded and took a swig of the full flask. It tasted like rum but with a hint of sweet blackberry. The aftertaste contained a bitterness from double the normal alcohol content.
"Strong." Alexandria laughed at her.