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<blockquote data-quote="tglassy" data-source="post: 7048109" data-attributes="member: 6855204"><p>From the perspective of the island, a dot appeared in the distance. As that dot grew closer it separated into two, then three, then more dots appeared, until twelve ships could be seen heading towards the island of Heildam.</p><p></p><p>Alec had responded to the message.</p><p></p><p>On the foremost ship, Alec stood, full battle armor on and sword in hand. He liked the feeling of the blade, a large Bastard Sword that he had trained for years to be able to wield with one hand. </p><p></p><p>Anger simmered cold within him, his blood running frosty in his veins. He was never more coolheaded than when riding in to battle, when his dragon blood coursed free. His grip tightened on his blade as he recalled the last day.</p><p></p><p>He had flown into a flurry of motion when the news had come that his daughter, his beloved Astrid, had been captured. He had sent Sylvia to her room, and orders had rung steadily from his lips as he delegated responsibilities out to his trusted retainers. He sent a messenger to Einar, and had boarded a ship at once. He could only put together a dozen ships before leaving, but it would have to do. A dozen ships, against one Sea King. </p><p></p><p>His ships had their orders. As they approached the island, they spread out, surrounding it. Supposedly, he could not fight on the island itself. While he did not put faith in the pagan gods, he also did not doubt that powers existed in this world that men had worshiped since time immemorial. They worshiped the creation, rather than the creator, but all the same, those powers existed. It was possible there was some kind of magic that prevented violence on this island. Well, he had come prepared for that. </p><p></p><p>He didn't need to give orders at this point. Everyone knew what was required. He boarded a smaller boat with four of his best men, all from lines sworn to his family since his grandfather's days. Goren, Ulfgar, Jaric and Wulfar. They had grown up in his house, and would die for him if need be. </p><p></p><p>He stood on the boat as it was rowed to the shore, where he stepped out just as it touched dry land. His men stayed behind him, letting him lead the way, open and unafraid, to where this so called Sea King had made camp. He stopped some hundred paces away, and waited.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tglassy, post: 7048109, member: 6855204"] From the perspective of the island, a dot appeared in the distance. As that dot grew closer it separated into two, then three, then more dots appeared, until twelve ships could be seen heading towards the island of Heildam. Alec had responded to the message. On the foremost ship, Alec stood, full battle armor on and sword in hand. He liked the feeling of the blade, a large Bastard Sword that he had trained for years to be able to wield with one hand. Anger simmered cold within him, his blood running frosty in his veins. He was never more coolheaded than when riding in to battle, when his dragon blood coursed free. His grip tightened on his blade as he recalled the last day. He had flown into a flurry of motion when the news had come that his daughter, his beloved Astrid, had been captured. He had sent Sylvia to her room, and orders had rung steadily from his lips as he delegated responsibilities out to his trusted retainers. He sent a messenger to Einar, and had boarded a ship at once. He could only put together a dozen ships before leaving, but it would have to do. A dozen ships, against one Sea King. His ships had their orders. As they approached the island, they spread out, surrounding it. Supposedly, he could not fight on the island itself. While he did not put faith in the pagan gods, he also did not doubt that powers existed in this world that men had worshiped since time immemorial. They worshiped the creation, rather than the creator, but all the same, those powers existed. It was possible there was some kind of magic that prevented violence on this island. Well, he had come prepared for that. He didn't need to give orders at this point. Everyone knew what was required. He boarded a smaller boat with four of his best men, all from lines sworn to his family since his grandfather's days. Goren, Ulfgar, Jaric and Wulfar. They had grown up in his house, and would die for him if need be. He stood on the boat as it was rowed to the shore, where he stepped out just as it touched dry land. His men stayed behind him, letting him lead the way, open and unafraid, to where this so called Sea King had made camp. He stopped some hundred paces away, and waited. [/QUOTE]
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