Morgana

Iron Nugget Minerals & Ores A chunk of unrefined iron. 40

Morgana Co-Captain, Guard, & Fisherman

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Background Morgana was born one of many, hardly glanced at after her hatching. When she was young, she did as the young often do, and ran away on the pretense of misguided vengeance. Unfortunately her seemingly petty endeavor turned into much more than that, when traffickers found her before her clanmates even thought to look. She never saw anyone from her clan or family after that. She was sold to a pirate not long after and worked on his ship and for his crew. A crew full of mostly guardian males were hardly intimidated by her size and guardian-esque-ness, unlike the dragonets from her clan. Life was hard and she wasn't treated kindly. The Captain had bought her as a long-term investment however and, after a long while of working in close quarters with the same dragons, she earned her keep, and eventually developed friend-like bonds with some. Until a coastal fire city finally confronted them. Their ship sank, most of her shipmates died. She swam and swam until she couldn't anymore. Miraculously, she washed up on the shores of the Windswept Plateau. Exhausted and lost, she stayed there for three days, waiting for one of her shipmates to wash up or find her. No one ever did.

Morning of the fourth day, she started walking. She had nothing and no one. She didn't know what to do with herself. She eventually found herself in the Crescendo, the eternal storm. She found work as a repair & handyman in the surrounding clans and towns. A wealthy dragon from the Cloudsong hired her as a bodyguard. Eventually, while escorting her employer through the market, they came upon the vendors and performers of Joyaux de Tempete. She watched her ward bustle about from the sidelines until a young banescale vendor addressed her. He was part of the travelling clan passing through. She found herself going back to make small talk with the male the next day, and the next. And when Joyaux de Tempete moved on eastward, she found herself going with them. Personality & Relations Role Morgana is a soldier in Kahli's Raptor team and personal Guard to Mystic Koschei.

"It would've been even better if he'd -" think you can sleep in 'til the sun's gone!? Mop the deck!" motioning to their young, new ridgeback crew mate. mopping. She didn't mind too much. Mopping used to be one of the only things she did. It'd taken her years to earn the respect to be able to talk and laugh with her shipmates and talk back playfully to the Captain the way she did now. taken to. He was there to sell and just happened to be around when she ground her teeth into the neck of one of her captors. Or almost had, she'd missed and bit the male's shoulder instead. The other one was literally seconds from putting her down then. If she was gonna be too much trouble then they didn't need her, would be too much work to sell her anyway. Staring at the knife in the other dragon's talons, she didn't see the large black guardian approaching at first. "She for sale?" he'd asked in his low voice, interrupting the pained cursing coming from the bitten one. her first time, and she'd latched onto his neck. Only problem was, he was three times her size at the time and was expecting her misbehavior. He knocked her head so hard she didn't wake up 'til two hours after. was that Captain had bought her as a long-term investment and intended to keep her as part of his crew 'til death did they part. That at least meant no one got to hurt her in such a way that she was unable to work, and, more importantly, she had time. She had time to know the dragons she was working with - for - and she had time to connect with them. She had time to make them see her as a dragon, as someone worthy of respect, acknowledgement, and a decent f**** place to sleep. pirates were worse, especially if they're mostly male. But she still remembered the first time one of the crew, Jeki, had stood up for her when another was being unreasonable. She remembered the first time some of them had invited her to go fishing with them. She remembered when they had started calling her Morge, because she'd nearly mauled Saulin when he'd kept calling her Ana. She remembered the first night they set up a cot for her. Life had been awful and they had been cruel and merciless and she had hated them and their Captain, who had bought her like some kind of trinket and didn't spare her a glance. But when they were kind, they were sincere. They were genuine when they smiled at her, thanked her for her effort, and accepted her into their space. When she went from being an outsider to an insider, it had meant something to her. She knew she shouldn't've cared, should've still hate them. But dammit it felt good to be accepted by them. To go from being the picked-on bottom feeder to an acknowledged member of the crew was something she'd earned. She'd worked her a** off, hadn't let them beat her down, and now they respected her for it. And dammit she was allowed to feel proud of that. She was allowed to care about them in return.


the ship. Morgana was already getting ready to reload the canon. other female on deck, shouted from the steps. "Yes ma'am!" Rat shouted from the one of the other canons, him and Jeki running up after her with Morgana and and Paoul close behind. off as another blast rang through the air. Morgana scanned the surrounding sea. "Sweet Mother of Snowballs are there four of them?" she asked, staring out at the four sets of sails marked with a flame symbol. "Isn't that kind of overkill!?" Rat took to the air beside her. "Apparently we just made 'em that mad," he shouted back. A*** TO THE GROUND!" his affirmation. for her claws to dance to. They'd never been so close to genuine danger before but she was oddly calm. She didn't see the way she usually did. Like only occasional flashes caught her eye. Blue talons near her face. The swirls of the fire coming towards her. Flashes of her shipmates' wings. Just keep flying. Keep striking. Don't let them get close. Every body you can get out of the fight, do it. flying back. She glanced at the enemy ships. long to burn, if it will at all. D*** IT ALL!" Portions of some of their ships were burning. Nothing seriously debilitating. matters!" feet slammed someone's back. The six of them flailed and swerved, nearly knocking each other out of the sky, as a wall of water spiked in front of them. guardian. "I'M SO SORRY," Daryl yelled. The ship rocked as one made it through. dead!" Captain commanded from the helm. sails!" Saulin there and leaping over the side. "Morge!" She tore the enemy ridgeback off the side of their ship with a roar she didn't think her lungs were capable of. The ridgeback wasn't expecting that, she took too long to gain her bearings. Morgana tore out her throat in less than a minute. was Daryl, neck broken, floating in the sea. head. "None of us did, not your fault." Captain, who'd joined them on the deck, brushed his tail against her in thanks. "Been dealt with now anyway." the world went black.


Jeki's body floated a little ways away. "S***!" She slammed her foot down, rocking their makeshift raft. Isi looked like he shared her sentiment. from. The nearest ship was really close now. "That's Jehiel," Isi said, looking at the dragon floundering next to the fire ship. An arrow shot into the water. The splashing stopped. More arrows pierced the sea as the fire dragons fanned out. "S***!" Isidore swore. dragons. "Captain, get down! They'll see you!" looked at her. "But you two get out of here." you." interrupt the Captain. Captain clearly hadn't either. "Captain! Let's gather who we can and get out of here!" you guys are alright!" three of them. "Come on. Let's get out of here before they massacre all of us." not pride, remember?" arrow out of Captain's shoulder. "Time to go." frantically into the air. Water take-offs sucked. bellowed. Keep flying. bobbing in the water. Keep flying.

likely from the salt. She snorted the sand out of her nose, slowly getting her tatted legs under her and setting her weight on them. She could feel the familiar stretch and burn of flesh wounds on her shoulders and back. A burn stretched across the edge of one wing. When she was finally standing she scanned the beach. debris. No fire. No shipmates. blinking her eyes dry, and tried again. "Captain!?"

waters for any sign of anyone. She had no idea how far and how long she'd been carried by the tide. But she was apparently the only one. She didn't find anything. Not a sign of anyone. Of anything. Rat's cutlass. The belt of it had been caught around some driftwood, keeping it from sinking. Reinvigorated with hope, Morgana searched the sea 'til it was too dark to tell where the sky ended and the water began. Until her shoulders were so sore she worried she wouldn't be able to make it all the way back to shore. It made no difference. taunted her. For all her searching and crying, not even a familiar pine wood plank could be found. For all her love and knowledge of the sea, it would not reveal her companions to her. path. After all, she had no destination. She didn't have anything.


monitoring her eccentric, rich employer to make she wasn't assassinated in front of a shell-painter's stall. Morgana smiled and agreed the glass trinkets were indeed marvelous, and they continued on through the innumerable shops and stalls. Half the vendors here were foreigners passing through or smaller, poorer clans that couldn't afford to live in the city proper. acrobats were performing. "You go ahead, I'll be back here." The pearlcatcher hardly needed any more encouragement, bustling over with her servant to join the crowd. employer and the rest of the crowd from a distance. vendors advertising brightly colored linens, shiny baubles, and hot food echoed down the road. The ambient hum and bustle of customers and conversation lulled Morgana out of her own thoughts as she settled into her post. reverie, she stared at the seafood vendor. "W'makes you think I'm leaving here?" she asked mildly, just to mess with the banescale really. He hadn't expected that response. "Are you not a sailor, ma'am?" The tattoos always gave it away, even when she didn't wear her cutlass. "I am," she said finally. He smiled, nodding. "I thought so." realize he meant the acrobats. She shrugged, "'Suppose." again, still watching the crowd. "'M just here to do my job." "I saw you with her earlier," he said by way of explanation. She nodded minutely. shining orange with the afternoon light. "Do you miss sailing?" he asked lightly. began playing a shanty type of song. Of course. Wonderful timing. "The pay here's good. The city's nice too." She didn't like how she sounded like she was justifying herself so she shut up. please," she asked curtly. "Keep the change." He smiled, "Much obliged, will do."

He continued in their small talk for a bit until she finally turned the conversation to him. "Where's home for you, fire-child?" He laughed, "I'm hardly that. I'm with the rest of the peddlers on this side of the block. We're from the Flats."