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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 2661899" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>Short update tonight. They were doing pretty good up until this point... around here the "Oh well, let's just attack" took over. THey do have their limits. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p>*****************************</p><p><strong>A Free for All</strong></p><p></p><p>In her haste, Viktalia’s aim was far wide... instead of hitting the elven officer, it slammed into the rear of the longboat.</p><p></p><p>Before she could even curse, however, the elf leader’s body snapped to the right unnaturally, blood flying from his back as he spun and began to fall to the boat’s deck. As his crew looked on in stunned horror, a loud sharp <em>crrraaaack</em> echoed above the midday sea...</p><p></p><p></p><p>Viesel hurriedly rammed another ball down the barrel of his rifle, his eyes keenly watching. </p><p></p><p><em>I missed,</em> he grumbled to himself. Sure, the target was over <em>800 feet</em> away, sure, the wind had carried the bullet some, but the warforged didn’t care. As the other sharpshooters gathered around him finally reacted and attempted shots of their own, he took aim at the lead elf...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“What the...” Viktalia started. She looked over at Siran, but the cleric was still rigidly kneeling in place, his eyes closed fast in prayer. <em>I didn’t do that... that elf was hit from behind... Viesel?</em> </p><p></p><p>“Mont afo!” the elven commander shouted to the sailors in his own tongue. Immediately, their stunned staring changed to action, some grabbing for their wounded leader, others brandishing pistols, and the rest putting their backs into rowing away as if their lives depended on it. A split second later more gunshots rang out, as the elves opened up a ragged volley of pistol-shot.</p><p></p><p>Viktalia resisted the urge to duck as several of the bullets shot by her head. <em>You’re second in command now... you can’t duck! You have to act like you’ve been doing this your entire life!</em> Instead, she hurriedly reloaded her pistol, as the elven longboat slowly turned towards the distant elven mothership. As the Formoteran was taking aim with her pistol yet again, she heard a sharp yell, loud enough that her aim once again went wide. </p><p></p><p><em>Siran!</em> she mentally yelled, and started to turn towards the cleric, when the sea itself underneath the elven longboat seemed to boil, as if a giant underwater was blowing bubbles. The elven fire stopped, instead replaced with shouts and screams from those inside the ship. For a second, Viktalia’s eyes caught the shape of something huge in the water, before the largest shark she’d ever seen, blue as the sea and fully as large as the elven boat, leapt from the water, its jaws agape. The elven commander had only a moment to scream, before the beast snapped him within its jaws as it arced over the hapless elven boat. With a crash of foam, spray, and blood, the behemoth summoned by Heraclius crashed back into the deep, dragging his armored prey down as well.</p><p></p><p>For a second, Viktalia started in shocked, stunned silence at the still foaming spot on the sea where the beast had disappeared, then she looked over towards Siran. The cleric’s eyes were open, and he looked at her with a positively mischievous grin.</p><p></p><p>“I bet you didn’t see that coming?” the cleric offered, and Viktalia slowly shook her head in wonder.</p><p></p><p><em>He made that... thing... jump from the water and grab the elven leader?!</em> For a moment Viktalia gulped, wondering what other monsters Siran could summon through his saint, before her bardic mind took over. <em>This would make for an excellent song... what should it be called...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The Priest of Sharks? Nah... sounds just plain... corny...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Demise of the Elves, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sharks? Nah... too long...</em></p><p></p><p>Her introspection was interrupted by another blast of boiling spray from the sea, as the giant shark returned, this time from directly underneath the longboat. The elven craft seemed to momentarily lift into the air, before flipping over, dumping the entire crew of elves into the placid sea...</p><p></p><p>...with a shark that was easily close to twenty feet long...</p><p></p><p><em>Maybe Elven Stew?</em> Viktalia thought as the elves screamed and flailed in the water.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Well, what else do you see doing!?” Siran shouted a few minutes later, and the cleric winced at seeing Kaled’s dark face across the water. He cleared his throat, and continued. “This is our chance to take out the big ship! Her escorts still haven’t come back around, and they’re going to be right suspicious if we don’t at least act like we’re headed that way to surrender! The longboat could’ve flipped in a freak accident,” Siran offered in a hopeful tone, even as distant <em>crrraaacks</em> came from the hillside where Viesel and his sharpshooters were picking off the elves in the water, one by one. “But if we don’t at least act like we’re surrendering, that elven ship’ll get suspicious, and sit out there, with her long guns, and just pound us to pieces!”</p><p></p><p>“I know!” Kaled shouted back from the <em>Black Joke</em>, his face dark and glowering. “If your first mate hadn’t of opened fire on them, maybe you could’ve played it off as an accident! Now, we just have to hope the elves were too far away to see the gunsmoke or hear the gunshots!”</p><p></p><p>For a moment, Siran turned and looked at Viktalia. The bard’s face looked glum, even if she was still moving around the deck and giving orders as if nothing had happened. Kaled’s tongue lashing had been rather harsh, even if it was from another completely different ship.</p><p></p><p>“She did what she thought was right!” Siran shouted back. <em>She’s a smart woman... even if shooting at them might not have been a good idea, she saw there was a situation, and took action. She needs to keep doing that.</em> “Cut her some slack! She knew we couldn’t get boarded, and it was my fault for not saying what I was going to do!”</p><p></p><p>Siran couldn’t hear Kaled growl, but he could see from the Lieutenants expression that he wasn’t happy. After a moment of glowering, the barrel-shaped Kaled leaned over the railing and merely waved... the signal to enact Siran’s impromptu plan...</p><p></p><p><em>Plan C... or is it D? No... I think its E...</em> the cleric thought, barking orders to the crew to unfurl the sails and turn the ship towards the distant elven monster.</p><p></p><p>“Make it look slovenly! Panicky!” Siran shouted up into the masts, as if the command had to be given. Fear was apparent in the eyes of the crew... down to a man. All had grown up hearing stories of the elves, their vindictiveness and cruelty. Some even had relatives that were now in elven chains... or worse. Once the first cannon shot rang out, all knew that no quarter would be given.</p><p></p><p>Slowly, even ponderously, the <em>Black Joke</em> and <em>Spotted Pinnace</em> swung their prows around, cutting through a sea that soon would no longer be quiet...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 2661899, member: 15043"] Short update tonight. They were doing pretty good up until this point... around here the "Oh well, let's just attack" took over. THey do have their limits. :) ***************************** [b]A Free for All[/b] In her haste, Viktalia’s aim was far wide... instead of hitting the elven officer, it slammed into the rear of the longboat. Before she could even curse, however, the elf leader’s body snapped to the right unnaturally, blood flying from his back as he spun and began to fall to the boat’s deck. As his crew looked on in stunned horror, a loud sharp [i]crrraaaack[/i] echoed above the midday sea... Viesel hurriedly rammed another ball down the barrel of his rifle, his eyes keenly watching. [i]I missed,[/i] he grumbled to himself. Sure, the target was over [i]800 feet[/i] away, sure, the wind had carried the bullet some, but the warforged didn’t care. As the other sharpshooters gathered around him finally reacted and attempted shots of their own, he took aim at the lead elf... “What the...” Viktalia started. She looked over at Siran, but the cleric was still rigidly kneeling in place, his eyes closed fast in prayer. [i]I didn’t do that... that elf was hit from behind... Viesel?[/i] “Mont afo!” the elven commander shouted to the sailors in his own tongue. Immediately, their stunned staring changed to action, some grabbing for their wounded leader, others brandishing pistols, and the rest putting their backs into rowing away as if their lives depended on it. A split second later more gunshots rang out, as the elves opened up a ragged volley of pistol-shot. Viktalia resisted the urge to duck as several of the bullets shot by her head. [i]You’re second in command now... you can’t duck! You have to act like you’ve been doing this your entire life![/i] Instead, she hurriedly reloaded her pistol, as the elven longboat slowly turned towards the distant elven mothership. As the Formoteran was taking aim with her pistol yet again, she heard a sharp yell, loud enough that her aim once again went wide. [i]Siran![/i] she mentally yelled, and started to turn towards the cleric, when the sea itself underneath the elven longboat seemed to boil, as if a giant underwater was blowing bubbles. The elven fire stopped, instead replaced with shouts and screams from those inside the ship. For a second, Viktalia’s eyes caught the shape of something huge in the water, before the largest shark she’d ever seen, blue as the sea and fully as large as the elven boat, leapt from the water, its jaws agape. The elven commander had only a moment to scream, before the beast snapped him within its jaws as it arced over the hapless elven boat. With a crash of foam, spray, and blood, the behemoth summoned by Heraclius crashed back into the deep, dragging his armored prey down as well. For a second, Viktalia started in shocked, stunned silence at the still foaming spot on the sea where the beast had disappeared, then she looked over towards Siran. The cleric’s eyes were open, and he looked at her with a positively mischievous grin. “I bet you didn’t see that coming?” the cleric offered, and Viktalia slowly shook her head in wonder. [i]He made that... thing... jump from the water and grab the elven leader?![/i] For a moment Viktalia gulped, wondering what other monsters Siran could summon through his saint, before her bardic mind took over. [i]This would make for an excellent song... what should it be called... The Priest of Sharks? Nah... sounds just plain... corny... Demise of the Elves, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sharks? Nah... too long...[/i] Her introspection was interrupted by another blast of boiling spray from the sea, as the giant shark returned, this time from directly underneath the longboat. The elven craft seemed to momentarily lift into the air, before flipping over, dumping the entire crew of elves into the placid sea... ...with a shark that was easily close to twenty feet long... [i]Maybe Elven Stew?[/i] Viktalia thought as the elves screamed and flailed in the water. “Well, what else do you see doing!?” Siran shouted a few minutes later, and the cleric winced at seeing Kaled’s dark face across the water. He cleared his throat, and continued. “This is our chance to take out the big ship! Her escorts still haven’t come back around, and they’re going to be right suspicious if we don’t at least act like we’re headed that way to surrender! The longboat could’ve flipped in a freak accident,” Siran offered in a hopeful tone, even as distant [i]crrraaacks[/i] came from the hillside where Viesel and his sharpshooters were picking off the elves in the water, one by one. “But if we don’t at least act like we’re surrendering, that elven ship’ll get suspicious, and sit out there, with her long guns, and just pound us to pieces!” “I know!” Kaled shouted back from the [i]Black Joke[/i], his face dark and glowering. “If your first mate hadn’t of opened fire on them, maybe you could’ve played it off as an accident! Now, we just have to hope the elves were too far away to see the gunsmoke or hear the gunshots!” For a moment, Siran turned and looked at Viktalia. The bard’s face looked glum, even if she was still moving around the deck and giving orders as if nothing had happened. Kaled’s tongue lashing had been rather harsh, even if it was from another completely different ship. “She did what she thought was right!” Siran shouted back. [i]She’s a smart woman... even if shooting at them might not have been a good idea, she saw there was a situation, and took action. She needs to keep doing that.[/i] “Cut her some slack! She knew we couldn’t get boarded, and it was my fault for not saying what I was going to do!” Siran couldn’t hear Kaled growl, but he could see from the Lieutenants expression that he wasn’t happy. After a moment of glowering, the barrel-shaped Kaled leaned over the railing and merely waved... the signal to enact Siran’s impromptu plan... [i]Plan C... or is it D? No... I think its E...[/i] the cleric thought, barking orders to the crew to unfurl the sails and turn the ship towards the distant elven monster. “Make it look slovenly! Panicky!” Siran shouted up into the masts, as if the command had to be given. Fear was apparent in the eyes of the crew... down to a man. All had grown up hearing stories of the elves, their vindictiveness and cruelty. Some even had relatives that were now in elven chains... or worse. Once the first cannon shot rang out, all knew that no quarter would be given. Slowly, even ponderously, the [i]Black Joke[/i] and [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i] swung their prows around, cutting through a sea that soon would no longer be quiet... [/QUOTE]
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