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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 3308410" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>Theron, the grizzled and scarred captain of the Baron’s guard taught us team strategy and tactics. “In the games there are three rules that you must follow to succeed,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“Rule one, strike them with arrows first. Rule two, always concentrate your attacks on one opponent as you’ll down one quicker working together than you can fighting one on one. And rule three, the most important rule, take out the wizards first!” He endlessly repeated these laws until I am sure we murmured them in our sleep.</p><p></p><p>He went on to explain that wizards often disguised themselves to mask their abilities. Rarely did they wear robes with astrological symbols, but it was also unlikely that they wore armour. They might carry weapons and appear to be ready to wield them, yet would not. They usually did not stand in the front row, although often that was where they were safest at the commencement of the battle. </p><p></p><p>There were many more such strategies but I will not bore you with them now. Perhaps as we use them in the future I will have the good grace to mention Theron and his wise ways. </p><p></p><p>Another requirement of the Baron’s teams was a name and company colours. Moxadder suggested Hydra as a name. He explained that a Hydra was a strange multiple headed beast that was particularly vicious and dangerous that lived in the swamps near Irudesh City. Without hesitation we all agreed, that it was a fine and appropriate name for our group. Once again Moxadder proved that he truly was united with us. </p><p></p><p>Strav suggested black and green as our main colours. Not a particularly interesting combination so I proposed a silver hydra over our left breast and on the back of our cloaks. One must have some contrast to make an outfit really stand out!</p><p></p><p>So the Hydra was born! Six heads in all, one for each of us. What a strange group that it was too. Unlike the Baron’s other teams; the Massive Hand that specialised in quick decisive melee combat, and Five Kinds of Death that were all wizards, we had no particular speciality. We were all individuals that had different strengths. </p><p></p><p>The one thing that we had not discussed was our captain. Someone to ensure that combat went efficiently and that we all followed Theron’s rules. Whilst Mortec, Morgan and Strav all fancied themselves as leaders, I believed it was a role that was to fall upon my noble shoulders. Leading men was in my blood, I was to be a Knight of Mendus. It was my right and there was no way that I would bow to a lesser man. I had no doubt that time and example would demonstrate my leadership qualities to them and they would embrace me as their captain.</p><p></p><p>On the evening of the fourteenth day after passing the Baron’s trials, Zmrat and I had finished a particularly taxing session with our blades. Old moss covered blocks of stone provided me with a comfortable seat as I rested in the keep’s amphitheatre. Serenity was the player that evening and other than myself, the ocean was its only audience. Every now and again it roared with a thunderous ovation to the silent performance on offer. It was a wonderful place for contemplation and relaxation.</p><p></p><p>My peace was disturbed when I spied three sails on the horizon. I called for my companions who were still practicing with their swords in the training grounds some way from my scene of solitude. They came quickly at my cry. </p><p></p><p>Together we stood, silent sentinels watching the ships sail closer to the Yorathton. Argonne, whose sight was keener than the others, muttered, “Those are red sails on yonder boats.”</p><p></p><p>We all leapt to the same conclusion. Bloodsails! And their ships were almost flying across the ocean such was their amazing speed.</p><p></p><p>My first thought was to alert the keep. I ran straight for the closest building, which housed the Five Kinds of Death. I hammered on the wizards’ door, no doubt interrupting some sort of arcane practice, and shouted “Kassquok! The Bloodsails approach.”</p><p></p><p>Without waiting for a response I bolted for the castle yelling as I went. I stood in the Keep’s courtyard and at the top of my lungs sang out loudly, “Bloodsails in the east!”. And with that I hurried back to the training ground.</p><p></p><p>I was exhausted when I got back, and was a trifle dismayed to see that the boats were now only several hundred feet off shore. Thankfully the mages had gathered and were preparing all manner of strange of magics. My companions were readying bows and I followed suit, grabbing a crossbow and a case of bolts from the archery range as I ran passed it.</p><p></p><p>The wizards were the first to launch an attempt to repel the invaders. Tiny glowing darts spewed from their finger tips to the boats. Screams indicated they had found targets. How I did not know because at that stage darkness had well and truly fallen. I could not even see a victim for my quarrel. There was yelling and excitement coming from the ships. Morgan chose that moment to light a torch. Could he be more stupid? The only purpose that it could have ever served was to show him as a target. A soft squelch and accompanying thud proved me right. The surprised exhalation from Morgan confirmed it. Then he flew into a mighty rage.</p><p></p><p>Cursing and screaming vengeance Morgan dropped his bow, unsheathed his sword and charged off down a narrow trail that led from the cliff top to the rocky beach below. It was also the pirates only path to us.</p><p></p><p>Below I saw that two buccaneers were outlined by bright purple light. It sparked all about them, showing their forms clearly. </p><p></p><p>I shouted a sharp command to target the luminous foes. Mortec took the hint and loosed a shaft, striking the illuminated figure to our left. I took careful aim and let fly a bolt. It sailed true, dropping the corsair.</p><p></p><p>More glowing darts were released by Five Kinds of Death. Resulting in more cries of anguish in the darkness. One scream sounded out closer than those from the beach, it had the distinct ring of Morgan to it. Immediately there were little fairy lights hovering above the beach and they provided a small amount of extra light. As a child I had heard tell that fairies always lit tiny lanterns so that they knew where they were going. </p><p></p><p>“Glowing man!” I shouted and this time Moxadder responded with an excellent arrow that hit the pirate in the chest. His hands groped for the shaft. My second bolt hammered into him. He fell backwards and moved no more. Two glowing corpses now lay on the beach. The remaining Hydra also loosed their arrows into the darkness. I could not see whether or not they had hit a buccaneer. </p><p></p><p>Another volley of brightly coloured darts saw the pirates off. “Retreat!” and “Man the ships!” were the calls we heard, and as quickly as the cutthroats had come they had gone, their ships turning tail and then gliding over the water as if there were a massive gale behind them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 3308410, member: 46615"] Theron, the grizzled and scarred captain of the Baron’s guard taught us team strategy and tactics. “In the games there are three rules that you must follow to succeed,” he said. “Rule one, strike them with arrows first. Rule two, always concentrate your attacks on one opponent as you’ll down one quicker working together than you can fighting one on one. And rule three, the most important rule, take out the wizards first!” He endlessly repeated these laws until I am sure we murmured them in our sleep. He went on to explain that wizards often disguised themselves to mask their abilities. Rarely did they wear robes with astrological symbols, but it was also unlikely that they wore armour. They might carry weapons and appear to be ready to wield them, yet would not. They usually did not stand in the front row, although often that was where they were safest at the commencement of the battle. There were many more such strategies but I will not bore you with them now. Perhaps as we use them in the future I will have the good grace to mention Theron and his wise ways. Another requirement of the Baron’s teams was a name and company colours. Moxadder suggested Hydra as a name. He explained that a Hydra was a strange multiple headed beast that was particularly vicious and dangerous that lived in the swamps near Irudesh City. Without hesitation we all agreed, that it was a fine and appropriate name for our group. Once again Moxadder proved that he truly was united with us. Strav suggested black and green as our main colours. Not a particularly interesting combination so I proposed a silver hydra over our left breast and on the back of our cloaks. One must have some contrast to make an outfit really stand out! So the Hydra was born! Six heads in all, one for each of us. What a strange group that it was too. Unlike the Baron’s other teams; the Massive Hand that specialised in quick decisive melee combat, and Five Kinds of Death that were all wizards, we had no particular speciality. We were all individuals that had different strengths. The one thing that we had not discussed was our captain. Someone to ensure that combat went efficiently and that we all followed Theron’s rules. Whilst Mortec, Morgan and Strav all fancied themselves as leaders, I believed it was a role that was to fall upon my noble shoulders. Leading men was in my blood, I was to be a Knight of Mendus. It was my right and there was no way that I would bow to a lesser man. I had no doubt that time and example would demonstrate my leadership qualities to them and they would embrace me as their captain. On the evening of the fourteenth day after passing the Baron’s trials, Zmrat and I had finished a particularly taxing session with our blades. Old moss covered blocks of stone provided me with a comfortable seat as I rested in the keep’s amphitheatre. Serenity was the player that evening and other than myself, the ocean was its only audience. Every now and again it roared with a thunderous ovation to the silent performance on offer. It was a wonderful place for contemplation and relaxation. My peace was disturbed when I spied three sails on the horizon. I called for my companions who were still practicing with their swords in the training grounds some way from my scene of solitude. They came quickly at my cry. Together we stood, silent sentinels watching the ships sail closer to the Yorathton. Argonne, whose sight was keener than the others, muttered, “Those are red sails on yonder boats.” We all leapt to the same conclusion. Bloodsails! And their ships were almost flying across the ocean such was their amazing speed. My first thought was to alert the keep. I ran straight for the closest building, which housed the Five Kinds of Death. I hammered on the wizards’ door, no doubt interrupting some sort of arcane practice, and shouted “Kassquok! The Bloodsails approach.” Without waiting for a response I bolted for the castle yelling as I went. I stood in the Keep’s courtyard and at the top of my lungs sang out loudly, “Bloodsails in the east!”. And with that I hurried back to the training ground. I was exhausted when I got back, and was a trifle dismayed to see that the boats were now only several hundred feet off shore. Thankfully the mages had gathered and were preparing all manner of strange of magics. My companions were readying bows and I followed suit, grabbing a crossbow and a case of bolts from the archery range as I ran passed it. The wizards were the first to launch an attempt to repel the invaders. Tiny glowing darts spewed from their finger tips to the boats. Screams indicated they had found targets. How I did not know because at that stage darkness had well and truly fallen. I could not even see a victim for my quarrel. There was yelling and excitement coming from the ships. Morgan chose that moment to light a torch. Could he be more stupid? The only purpose that it could have ever served was to show him as a target. A soft squelch and accompanying thud proved me right. The surprised exhalation from Morgan confirmed it. Then he flew into a mighty rage. Cursing and screaming vengeance Morgan dropped his bow, unsheathed his sword and charged off down a narrow trail that led from the cliff top to the rocky beach below. It was also the pirates only path to us. Below I saw that two buccaneers were outlined by bright purple light. It sparked all about them, showing their forms clearly. I shouted a sharp command to target the luminous foes. Mortec took the hint and loosed a shaft, striking the illuminated figure to our left. I took careful aim and let fly a bolt. It sailed true, dropping the corsair. More glowing darts were released by Five Kinds of Death. Resulting in more cries of anguish in the darkness. One scream sounded out closer than those from the beach, it had the distinct ring of Morgan to it. Immediately there were little fairy lights hovering above the beach and they provided a small amount of extra light. As a child I had heard tell that fairies always lit tiny lanterns so that they knew where they were going. “Glowing man!” I shouted and this time Moxadder responded with an excellent arrow that hit the pirate in the chest. His hands groped for the shaft. My second bolt hammered into him. He fell backwards and moved no more. Two glowing corpses now lay on the beach. The remaining Hydra also loosed their arrows into the darkness. I could not see whether or not they had hit a buccaneer. Another volley of brightly coloured darts saw the pirates off. “Retreat!” and “Man the ships!” were the calls we heard, and as quickly as the cutthroats had come they had gone, their ships turning tail and then gliding over the water as if there were a massive gale behind them. [/QUOTE]
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