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<blockquote data-quote="Zoverai" data-source="post: 2593360" data-attributes="member: 35209"><p>Back on the merchant’s brig the Ogrun had slung a rope to his mistress who along with the gun-wielding Trollkin had been hauled on to the ship. The Satyxis had dumped her pirate coat and scroll satchel to climb up in to the rigging. As she got higher up she began cutting loose one of the ropes that was preventing a sail from unfurling. Suddenly an explosion in the water next to their ship rocked merchant’s brig like a cork thrown up from the water. The raven haired Satyxis lost her balance and grabbed hold of a nearby rope, managing to retain her hold as it swung around and over the ship. With perfect timing she landed on close to the wheel where the captain had been standing moments before the explosion. She looked behind her to see the man slumped against the railings with a nasty gash across his brow. Turning her back on the unconscious man she grabbed hold of the wheel in time to begin steering their ship between the iron hull entangled with a black ship and razor-sharp reef on the other side.</p><p></p><p>“Is the way up ahead clear?” she called out to the drunken old sailor who stood laughing out loud in the crows nest.</p><p></p><p>“I can’t tell,” the man shouted back whilst waving his bottle of grog to sweep the bay. “It’s night and I can’t see!”</p><p></p><p>With an angry snarl she spun the wheel to steer the ship away from the iron hull. The noise of that ship’s paddle wheel tearing asunder the black ship prevented her from shouting out any more commands that had any chance of being heard. Weighing up the options in front of her, the Satyxis decided to stay her course having little in the way of room to maneuver in any event.</p><p></p><p>As the iron hulled ship came around alongside to pass close by the merchant’s brig the gun-wielding Trollkin stared open-mouthed on the scene on the other ship. A dwarven warrior wielding a large maul and wearing no armour was busy climbing up over a pile of undead in to a rowboat that had been jury-rigged on to a large ballista. The small boat was crammed with gobbers as well as a Trollkin who had slung netting over the top of them. </p><p></p><p>When the dwarf had managed to climb aboard he pulled on the rope attached by the gobber bodgers to the release mechanism. With a loud bang and rising cloud of smoke the rowboat flew off the doomed iron hull straight at the merchant’s brig leaving behind the smoking ruins of a ballista. The dwarven cannoneer had timed the launch just right and it landed on the deck of the merchant’s brig in a tangle of netting and rope.</p><p></p><p>The impact of being struck by the rowboat caused the ship to rock violently and the old sailor was thrown from the crow’s nest and left dangling on the end of a rope. The Ogrun who had almost been swept overboard by the explosion earlier was still entangled in his ropes and so with the aid of only one other sailor the Satyxis managed to cajole the ship in to finally leaving the secluded bay. A small Cygnaran built ship managed to slip away from the fighting behind them and ahead on the open seas a cutter of Khadoran design was riding high making good progress getting away from the carnage. The remaining black ships in the bay chose not to pursue and instead sent their undead minions to hunt down and destroy anyone left on land.</p><p></p><p>"The captain's in a bad shape," the young sailor said as he went over to the unconscious man.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf climbed up higher on deck and began bandaging the nasty gash to the head that had been allowed to bleed freely for some time. He looked up when he heard a thump nearby and spotted that the Satyxis had dropped a curative salve on to the deck for him to use which was rolling to the side of the ship. After grabbing hold of it he looked up to thank the woman, but she had already turned her back to steer the ship.</p><p></p><p>"See if you can find something useful in the captain's cabin," the Satyxis ordered the young sailor.</p><p></p><p>"I would Ma'am, but the Ogrun's standing guard outside and wouldn't let me pass." The young man refused to make eye contact with the horned female who was manning the wheel as his loyalties remained very confused by all of the chaos they'd just left behind. "He said that the 'captain' was not to be disturbed and from the sounds of it, that woman and the white Trollkin are going at it like there's no tomorrow. A woman and a Trollkin, that's just unnatural and if she thinks that she's the new captain..."</p><p></p><p>The Satyxis spat in disgust and let loose a string of expletives that sent the young sailor fleeing up in to the rigging and made the dwarf look up in shock and surprise.</p><p></p><p>"Now then laddie," began the dwarf in a diplomatic tone but the horned woman cut him off.</p><p></p><p>"Captain, eh? We'll see about that!" The Satyxis went to retrieve her pirate coat and found that the satchel with scrolls had been washed overboard during the fight. A dark look crossed her face as she realised that only the woman making lots of noise from the captain's quarters was in possession of any scrolls and tempting as it was to go in there and get them - the Ogrun standing guard was an obstacle that could not be ignored.</p><p></p><p>Hours later when the raucous din had died down and only the flapping of sails, crash of the waves and straining of ropes could be heard the window to the captain's cabin opened with a rusty creak and pipe smoke rose up in to the clear night air. The dwarf had made the unconscious man with the head wound comfortable in a hammock on deck and settled down nearby to get some sleep. The old sailor climbed up and disappeared in to the crow's nest and the young sailor remained on deck helping to keep the ship on its course. He kept stealing glances at the Satyxis and several times stood entranced as he drank in her dark beauty. After a number of such lengthy pregnant pauses with the young sailor staring at her the Satyxis finally snarled an angry and torturously descriptive warning at him that promptly sent him diving for cover below decks.</p><p></p><p>After the excitement and chaos of the night before when the undead hordes attacked the smuggling town and ships moored in the bay, the sea appeared very calm in the morning with a steady breeze coming from inland. The old sea dog awoke with a hoarse cry and leapt bolt-upright in the crows nest where he has passed the night snuggled up to his empty bottle of grog. The tattered pirate flag that he had surreptitiously hoisted during the night fluttered in the morning breeze, although the skull and crossbones were so faded that they appeared as a ghostly image floating within a sea of black. After gathering his bearings and tying off his threadbare trousers with a piece of old rope, the old man caught the Satyxis’ eye before pointing in one direction dead ahead and then turning to point further east along the coast.</p><p></p><p>Taking out her spyglass the Satyxis handed control of the wheel to the younger sailor and moved to get a better look at both ships. The young sailor let his gaze linger on the alluring figure of the Satyxis raider in her pirate long coat and form-hugging leather armour that he could now clearly see in the dawn light. The tall ship on the horizon straight ahead and coming their way was of Khadoran design. The ship moving to intercept them from the East, coming from the direction of the Bay of Cygnar, was a smaller ship that the Satyxis had first thought was a smuggling ship but then realised was likely to be a Cygnaran patrol boat.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly shouts of excitement and squabbling came from below decks where the Trollkin mechanik and his gobber helpers had chosen to spend the night. The Trollkin got up somewhat unsteadily from his swinging hammock and wondered briefly how long it would take him to get his sea legs. Plans for how to improve the ship were already floating around his head, but he pushed them aside to concentrate on what his five gobber helpers have got so worked up over. As he neared the crates and barrels he realised that the crates have been broken open and several mechanika parts had spilled out. The parts bore the same religious symbols of Menoth that the Trollkin recognized as having seen on the iron hull that he had sailed on briefly the night before. The other thing that caught the arcane mechanik’s notice was that one of the crates was been shoved aside by the gobbers as it contained no mechanical parts, instead lying carefully packed amongst the straw were satchels of herbs and spices he recognised as those known for their addictive and dream inducing properties.</p><p></p><p>“Khard ship dead ahead!” shouted the old sea dog in his shrill voice. He chuckled briefly as he saw the upturned faces on the deck looking at him in surprise and then the gasps as they spotted the warship coming their way. The Satyxis showed no outward emotion, instead concentrating all her energies in steering the under-manned vessel. </p><p></p><p>“Oh,” the old man stated flatly in an off-hand manner as he threw his empty bottle of grog in to the sea. “There’s a tub full of Cygnar pig-dogs coming from the East that’ll be wanting to gut us and burn this here ship.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>[edit: added missing dialogue about captain]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Zoverai, post: 2593360, member: 35209"] Back on the merchant’s brig the Ogrun had slung a rope to his mistress who along with the gun-wielding Trollkin had been hauled on to the ship. The Satyxis had dumped her pirate coat and scroll satchel to climb up in to the rigging. As she got higher up she began cutting loose one of the ropes that was preventing a sail from unfurling. Suddenly an explosion in the water next to their ship rocked merchant’s brig like a cork thrown up from the water. The raven haired Satyxis lost her balance and grabbed hold of a nearby rope, managing to retain her hold as it swung around and over the ship. With perfect timing she landed on close to the wheel where the captain had been standing moments before the explosion. She looked behind her to see the man slumped against the railings with a nasty gash across his brow. Turning her back on the unconscious man she grabbed hold of the wheel in time to begin steering their ship between the iron hull entangled with a black ship and razor-sharp reef on the other side. “Is the way up ahead clear?” she called out to the drunken old sailor who stood laughing out loud in the crows nest. “I can’t tell,” the man shouted back whilst waving his bottle of grog to sweep the bay. “It’s night and I can’t see!” With an angry snarl she spun the wheel to steer the ship away from the iron hull. The noise of that ship’s paddle wheel tearing asunder the black ship prevented her from shouting out any more commands that had any chance of being heard. Weighing up the options in front of her, the Satyxis decided to stay her course having little in the way of room to maneuver in any event. As the iron hulled ship came around alongside to pass close by the merchant’s brig the gun-wielding Trollkin stared open-mouthed on the scene on the other ship. A dwarven warrior wielding a large maul and wearing no armour was busy climbing up over a pile of undead in to a rowboat that had been jury-rigged on to a large ballista. The small boat was crammed with gobbers as well as a Trollkin who had slung netting over the top of them. When the dwarf had managed to climb aboard he pulled on the rope attached by the gobber bodgers to the release mechanism. With a loud bang and rising cloud of smoke the rowboat flew off the doomed iron hull straight at the merchant’s brig leaving behind the smoking ruins of a ballista. The dwarven cannoneer had timed the launch just right and it landed on the deck of the merchant’s brig in a tangle of netting and rope. The impact of being struck by the rowboat caused the ship to rock violently and the old sailor was thrown from the crow’s nest and left dangling on the end of a rope. The Ogrun who had almost been swept overboard by the explosion earlier was still entangled in his ropes and so with the aid of only one other sailor the Satyxis managed to cajole the ship in to finally leaving the secluded bay. A small Cygnaran built ship managed to slip away from the fighting behind them and ahead on the open seas a cutter of Khadoran design was riding high making good progress getting away from the carnage. The remaining black ships in the bay chose not to pursue and instead sent their undead minions to hunt down and destroy anyone left on land. "The captain's in a bad shape," the young sailor said as he went over to the unconscious man. The dwarf climbed up higher on deck and began bandaging the nasty gash to the head that had been allowed to bleed freely for some time. He looked up when he heard a thump nearby and spotted that the Satyxis had dropped a curative salve on to the deck for him to use which was rolling to the side of the ship. After grabbing hold of it he looked up to thank the woman, but she had already turned her back to steer the ship. "See if you can find something useful in the captain's cabin," the Satyxis ordered the young sailor. "I would Ma'am, but the Ogrun's standing guard outside and wouldn't let me pass." The young man refused to make eye contact with the horned female who was manning the wheel as his loyalties remained very confused by all of the chaos they'd just left behind. "He said that the 'captain' was not to be disturbed and from the sounds of it, that woman and the white Trollkin are going at it like there's no tomorrow. A woman and a Trollkin, that's just unnatural and if she thinks that she's the new captain..." The Satyxis spat in disgust and let loose a string of expletives that sent the young sailor fleeing up in to the rigging and made the dwarf look up in shock and surprise. "Now then laddie," began the dwarf in a diplomatic tone but the horned woman cut him off. "Captain, eh? We'll see about that!" The Satyxis went to retrieve her pirate coat and found that the satchel with scrolls had been washed overboard during the fight. A dark look crossed her face as she realised that only the woman making lots of noise from the captain's quarters was in possession of any scrolls and tempting as it was to go in there and get them - the Ogrun standing guard was an obstacle that could not be ignored. Hours later when the raucous din had died down and only the flapping of sails, crash of the waves and straining of ropes could be heard the window to the captain's cabin opened with a rusty creak and pipe smoke rose up in to the clear night air. The dwarf had made the unconscious man with the head wound comfortable in a hammock on deck and settled down nearby to get some sleep. The old sailor climbed up and disappeared in to the crow's nest and the young sailor remained on deck helping to keep the ship on its course. He kept stealing glances at the Satyxis and several times stood entranced as he drank in her dark beauty. After a number of such lengthy pregnant pauses with the young sailor staring at her the Satyxis finally snarled an angry and torturously descriptive warning at him that promptly sent him diving for cover below decks. After the excitement and chaos of the night before when the undead hordes attacked the smuggling town and ships moored in the bay, the sea appeared very calm in the morning with a steady breeze coming from inland. The old sea dog awoke with a hoarse cry and leapt bolt-upright in the crows nest where he has passed the night snuggled up to his empty bottle of grog. The tattered pirate flag that he had surreptitiously hoisted during the night fluttered in the morning breeze, although the skull and crossbones were so faded that they appeared as a ghostly image floating within a sea of black. After gathering his bearings and tying off his threadbare trousers with a piece of old rope, the old man caught the Satyxis’ eye before pointing in one direction dead ahead and then turning to point further east along the coast. Taking out her spyglass the Satyxis handed control of the wheel to the younger sailor and moved to get a better look at both ships. The young sailor let his gaze linger on the alluring figure of the Satyxis raider in her pirate long coat and form-hugging leather armour that he could now clearly see in the dawn light. The tall ship on the horizon straight ahead and coming their way was of Khadoran design. The ship moving to intercept them from the East, coming from the direction of the Bay of Cygnar, was a smaller ship that the Satyxis had first thought was a smuggling ship but then realised was likely to be a Cygnaran patrol boat. Suddenly shouts of excitement and squabbling came from below decks where the Trollkin mechanik and his gobber helpers had chosen to spend the night. The Trollkin got up somewhat unsteadily from his swinging hammock and wondered briefly how long it would take him to get his sea legs. Plans for how to improve the ship were already floating around his head, but he pushed them aside to concentrate on what his five gobber helpers have got so worked up over. As he neared the crates and barrels he realised that the crates have been broken open and several mechanika parts had spilled out. The parts bore the same religious symbols of Menoth that the Trollkin recognized as having seen on the iron hull that he had sailed on briefly the night before. The other thing that caught the arcane mechanik’s notice was that one of the crates was been shoved aside by the gobbers as it contained no mechanical parts, instead lying carefully packed amongst the straw were satchels of herbs and spices he recognised as those known for their addictive and dream inducing properties. “Khard ship dead ahead!” shouted the old sea dog in his shrill voice. He chuckled briefly as he saw the upturned faces on the deck looking at him in surprise and then the gasps as they spotted the warship coming their way. The Satyxis showed no outward emotion, instead concentrating all her energies in steering the under-manned vessel. “Oh,” the old man stated flatly in an off-hand manner as he threw his empty bottle of grog in to the sea. “There’s a tub full of Cygnar pig-dogs coming from the East that’ll be wanting to gut us and burn this here ship.” [edit: added missing dialogue about captain] [/QUOTE]
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