Post by jankmcjanker on Sept 18, 2012 18:33:01 GMT -5
The Seaset's Fate
The elf walked up to the spinning wheel and gripped it tightly, stopping it. It was a quiet, dark night on the Dragonmere. He scanned the horizon looking for any sea beasts or ships that may be approaching. Nothing. The calmness... the quiet... the lack of any other soul besides he and his crew on the ship did not grant him any comfort.
“We aey laaa illaanirelv nymeam?”, the elf shouted up to the crow's nest. A small hin poked his head from over the rim of the bucket he had been assigned to sit in atop the mast.
“Ah don't see anythin', an' do ye insist on speakin' elven? Yer the only one o' yer kind aboard the ship anyways...”, the hin replied.
“I hired you, I'll speak what language I wish...”, muttered the elf.
“Blah. Suit yerself. Ah'll just be up...”, the hin spoke but trailed off as he pulled his head away from the side of the crow's nest.
Several hours went by and the serene continued on. The elf knew better. He would've passed at least three ships by now as he neared. The elf went down to the lower decks to check his cargo. All is well. The crates and barrels remained dry and sealed. He went to his quarters and checked to ensure no one had broken in. That was well too. He returned to the deck and stood at the wheel continuing to watch the horizon.
A slight drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky. The horizon remained clear. The elf pressed his ship onward. After several minutes the rain began to pick up. The elf looked up at the sky. It was not but a few minutes ago that Selune had been guiding him through the Dragonmere. The sky was dark and devoid of all cosmic objects in the sky. Instead now only was there a swirling darkness overhead. The waves grew fierce and crashed against the ship with the might of six ogres. The finely elven crafted ship stood strong. An ominous boom could be heard forward of the ship. Branches of lightning crawled into the sea around the ship.
“Damn you Talos...”, the elf muttered under his breath.
The elf shouted commands and blew a horn as a call to action to those sleeping in the under-decks. Within seconds a rush of burly men, oren, and a single gnome stormed the top of the ship. Buckets were used to slosh the water off the deck. Thunder became frequent. Lightning even more. The rain became a torrent.
The elf knew his deity would protect him from Talos' wrath. He began a prayer. Something struck the ship. The elf interrupted his prayer and ran to the source of the foreign object that struck the ship. Nothing was there. Another boom of thunder sounded in the distance. This one seemed much further from all of the others.
The elf glanced to the starboard side and noticed a light in the distance. It was hard to see, but it was unmistakable another ship was there. The light grew brighter and larger.
It wasn't another ship. The elf dove to the port side of the deck and shouted a warning to the rest of the crew. A fireball struck the starboard side of the ship near the bow. The ship pitched forward and suddenly pitched backwards. A magical artifact at the heart of the ship kept the her going despte the starboard side of the fore being eaten away by fire. A second light appeared in the distance once again, and struck the ship. A bolt of lightning raced through the wood of the starboard side and only caused the fire on that part of the ship to grow. The buckets of water the crew hands had been using to throw overboard were now throwing them on the arcane fire. A ship erupted from what appeared to look like a heat blur on the starboard side. The sail had painted on it a ship that appeared to be submerged into water.
The pirate ship appeared to be on a collision course with the elven ship. Within a few meters of collision the pirate ship jerked away to the right and ran parallel to the elven ship. A few barbed arrows hit the legs of some of the crew hands of the elven ship from the crow's nest of the pirate ship. They fell over unable to walk and the veins in their legs began to show through the skin with a black hue. The remaining elven ship hands took to the under-decks and came back with weapons of all sorts. A spiked chain, a sword, an axe, even a glass lantern appeared to be used as a weapon.
“TAHME TO BE BOARDIN' THIS SHIP DOGS!” a voice cried out from the pirate ship.
A bridge made of doors nailed together fell down from the pirate ship and created a bridge to the elven ship. The elf was in shock and laid on the deck helpless and not knowing what to do. Several humans and orans raced across the bridge clad in black. They blended with the night well. Metal clanged against metal, swords cleaved flesh. The lantern wielder hit someone over the head. Without a weapon, he had not much of a defense and was incapacitated by a pirate. The crew-hands of the elven ship managed to send some of the pirates overboard dead.
Overall however, the carnage only resulted in the battle ending with the pirates victorious. Dead, dying, unconscious or in shock were left of the remaining elven ship-hands. A man and a large green oran crossed the door bridge slowly with a deliberate step. The man was clad in red and tan wizard robes and the oran donned a chain shirt that gleamed as the lightning illuminated the sky. The remaining elven ship-hands that were still alive had a pirate standing next to him to ensure they did not try to escape or begin battle again.
“Go 'ead an' lahne em up”, the wizard said.
-more later
The elf walked up to the spinning wheel and gripped it tightly, stopping it. It was a quiet, dark night on the Dragonmere. He scanned the horizon looking for any sea beasts or ships that may be approaching. Nothing. The calmness... the quiet... the lack of any other soul besides he and his crew on the ship did not grant him any comfort.
“We aey laaa illaanirelv nymeam?”, the elf shouted up to the crow's nest. A small hin poked his head from over the rim of the bucket he had been assigned to sit in atop the mast.
“Ah don't see anythin', an' do ye insist on speakin' elven? Yer the only one o' yer kind aboard the ship anyways...”, the hin replied.
“I hired you, I'll speak what language I wish...”, muttered the elf.
“Blah. Suit yerself. Ah'll just be up...”, the hin spoke but trailed off as he pulled his head away from the side of the crow's nest.
Several hours went by and the serene continued on. The elf knew better. He would've passed at least three ships by now as he neared. The elf went down to the lower decks to check his cargo. All is well. The crates and barrels remained dry and sealed. He went to his quarters and checked to ensure no one had broken in. That was well too. He returned to the deck and stood at the wheel continuing to watch the horizon.
A slight drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky. The horizon remained clear. The elf pressed his ship onward. After several minutes the rain began to pick up. The elf looked up at the sky. It was not but a few minutes ago that Selune had been guiding him through the Dragonmere. The sky was dark and devoid of all cosmic objects in the sky. Instead now only was there a swirling darkness overhead. The waves grew fierce and crashed against the ship with the might of six ogres. The finely elven crafted ship stood strong. An ominous boom could be heard forward of the ship. Branches of lightning crawled into the sea around the ship.
“Damn you Talos...”, the elf muttered under his breath.
The elf shouted commands and blew a horn as a call to action to those sleeping in the under-decks. Within seconds a rush of burly men, oren, and a single gnome stormed the top of the ship. Buckets were used to slosh the water off the deck. Thunder became frequent. Lightning even more. The rain became a torrent.
The elf knew his deity would protect him from Talos' wrath. He began a prayer. Something struck the ship. The elf interrupted his prayer and ran to the source of the foreign object that struck the ship. Nothing was there. Another boom of thunder sounded in the distance. This one seemed much further from all of the others.
The elf glanced to the starboard side and noticed a light in the distance. It was hard to see, but it was unmistakable another ship was there. The light grew brighter and larger.
It wasn't another ship. The elf dove to the port side of the deck and shouted a warning to the rest of the crew. A fireball struck the starboard side of the ship near the bow. The ship pitched forward and suddenly pitched backwards. A magical artifact at the heart of the ship kept the her going despte the starboard side of the fore being eaten away by fire. A second light appeared in the distance once again, and struck the ship. A bolt of lightning raced through the wood of the starboard side and only caused the fire on that part of the ship to grow. The buckets of water the crew hands had been using to throw overboard were now throwing them on the arcane fire. A ship erupted from what appeared to look like a heat blur on the starboard side. The sail had painted on it a ship that appeared to be submerged into water.
The pirate ship appeared to be on a collision course with the elven ship. Within a few meters of collision the pirate ship jerked away to the right and ran parallel to the elven ship. A few barbed arrows hit the legs of some of the crew hands of the elven ship from the crow's nest of the pirate ship. They fell over unable to walk and the veins in their legs began to show through the skin with a black hue. The remaining elven ship hands took to the under-decks and came back with weapons of all sorts. A spiked chain, a sword, an axe, even a glass lantern appeared to be used as a weapon.
“TAHME TO BE BOARDIN' THIS SHIP DOGS!” a voice cried out from the pirate ship.
A bridge made of doors nailed together fell down from the pirate ship and created a bridge to the elven ship. The elf was in shock and laid on the deck helpless and not knowing what to do. Several humans and orans raced across the bridge clad in black. They blended with the night well. Metal clanged against metal, swords cleaved flesh. The lantern wielder hit someone over the head. Without a weapon, he had not much of a defense and was incapacitated by a pirate. The crew-hands of the elven ship managed to send some of the pirates overboard dead.
Overall however, the carnage only resulted in the battle ending with the pirates victorious. Dead, dying, unconscious or in shock were left of the remaining elven ship-hands. A man and a large green oran crossed the door bridge slowly with a deliberate step. The man was clad in red and tan wizard robes and the oran donned a chain shirt that gleamed as the lightning illuminated the sky. The remaining elven ship-hands that were still alive had a pirate standing next to him to ensure they did not try to escape or begin battle again.
“Go 'ead an' lahne em up”, the wizard said.
-more later