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Old January 4, 2016, 10:24 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Boats Are Just The Worst, Medonia Team 3 [Faust, Straylor, Klue]

Era XXIII Post Fractum

Just as the Imperial Legions had been reorganized, so too had the Imperial Navy seen a total restructuring. Thanks to the endless bureaucracy that always tended to come along with these things, such left the Empire's navy with not quite enough resources to deal with the reports of strange pirates raiding unguarded merchant vessels in the vicinity of Sherian. Not that there was entirely much they could do in that regard - considering the state of the province, there were no reliable naval bases nearby for them to resupply at. As it was, there were ongoing efforts in attempting to reintegrate the forlorn confederacy back into the Empire, but that was a story for another time.

After who knew how many months of this raiding occurring, well, a few crews seemed to have gotten a bit cocky. Wandering further and further from the original zone of conflict, soon enough they were raiding small coastal settlements and villages all along the coasts of Medonia and Maeve as well. Those few who survived told tales of black and white-sailed ships sailing into harbor under the cover of darkness, slaughtering the guards and taking anybody they could find prisoner, to be hauled back onto the boats. Strange ships, designs utterly foreign to the Empire.

It seemed that there were others still who had grown even more audacious. Why limit one's self to only raiding at night, when there was plenty of opportunity during the day as well? So it was that a small walled town southwest of the capital of Medonia found itself under assault. Ships with strange-looking white sailsatakebune and powered by oars would arrive on scene, and as figures dropped off the sides of the ship and charged ashore, there were a series of deafening, loud roars as colorful explosions appeared in the sky above. Many of the villagers dove for the ground, expecting some sort of strange magical attack, or simply frightened out of their wits by the loud noise. The walls, expected to help in the event of an attack, crumbled as the boom of cannon echoed from one of the ships, smashing through the stone quite easily and allowing the pirate crew access into the city.

The crew members rushed forth, the rank and file a motley assortment of races, armed mostly with spears, pikes, and shortbows, but the officers very obviously light elves, katanas dangling from their hips. Treloreans, specifically, if one might be familiar with them. A captain in charge barked orders, already directing the flow of prisoners being hauled back to the five main ships.

Thus far, it seemed like another easy raid.

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It should have been a quiet evening for the Count of Demios and master gadgeteer. An uneventful night at a village in, followed by an early departure, after which he'd have met up with Hay'aan on the road headed home to the Fire Isles. The brightening before, Klue had personally delivered an expensive commission to one of the relatively few surviving estates outside the slowly recovering city of Medonia. As it happened, Hay'aan had also had business in the area, and they'd split up temporarily in the interest of getting the job done and heading home again.

But it wasn't the peaceful morning he'd anticipated. Instead, with the dawn came shouts of alarm and the sounds of explosions outdoors. The gadgeteer rolled from his bed and looked out the window, took in a scene of chaos unfolding. He'd heard the stories about pirates, about their pointed ears and curious, exotic looking ships. And the fireworks. He recognized them for what they were, even if the villagers didn't. It was only this past Primeheims in fact that he'd crafted and taken several crate fulls of the things to Caronis Keep for the amusement of his hosts and the locals.

So much for quietly slipping out of town. He could either hunker down at the inn and hope it remained its own island of calm till the crisis past, he could find a way to slip out of the village unseen, or he could join the villages who were desperately trying to defend their homes and livelihoods. His conscience wouldn't allow him any other option but to lend a hand.

It had been eras since Klue had gone anywhere unprepared. The Empire was a dangerous place on any given brightening. So by the time he slipped out of the inn with his sack of tricks slung over his shoulder, he was well armed, and his firearm was equipped with a filled cartridge, close at hand if he needed it. But rather than just charging in blindly, he'd duck round the first out of the way corner or unoccupied alcove he could find. From there, he'd be able to judge where his help might best be focused.

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The rumors had lured him to the small town in Medonia like a dwarf drawn to a tavern. Despite his preoccupation in the north, he had heard the many reports of violence and kidnapping plaguing the southern coasts of former Enamoria. While banditry had, unfortunately, become commonplace throughout many parts of the Empire, the alleged magnitude of the assaults on Medonia and Maeve were not. Initially, he had attributed the carnage to a potential counterattack by the Xet Alliance after the destruction of their precious Sunbase Katara, but the stories had painted the mysterious attackers as anything but members of the insect race.

Although his role as the Governor of Arium had kept him heavily occupied during the early stages of the rumors, a heartfelt letter from his friend, Felix Leonard, had enticed him to join the human in the south – for “old times’ sake,” the Baron of Trysvale’s correspondence had implored. Duty had nagged the dark elf to remain in Arium, where the enormous task of reuniting the province weighed on his mind every candlemark of the brightening, but both loyalty and curiosity had persuaded him otherwise in the end.

He had met Felix halfway, and they had made the remainder of the journey together.

It was on a nondescript day when the Prince of Har’oloth first heard the rippling explosions outside. Lying on his bed with his callused hands folded leisurely underneath his head, the dark elf blinked and then turned his head towards the window of the room in time to catch a glimpse of the flashing light. “What in Aeternia is that?” His crimson eyes widened as he bolted upright, his arm shooting towards the sword belt that hung from his bedpost. On instinct, he vaulted from his bed, securing his equipment as he marched across the room and kicked the mattress that his human friend was sleeping on.

Felix, wake up!” he urged. “They’re here.” Having spent the past several brightenings in the small town waiting for something to happen, the pair had exhausted most of their time and crowns in the local tavern, swapping tales of the past and reliving memories of former battles over endless mugs of drink and platters of food.

As soon as Felix was ready, the Prince of Har’oloth exited the inn and spotted the opening waves of invaders rushing the shore from white-sailed ships – a most diverse band if he had ever seen one. And unless his eyes were betraying him, there were elves commanding them. “This can’t be right . . .” he whispered under his breath, even as his now-gloved hands descended to the two swords at his sides.

Before moving to meet the enemy approach, the dark elf entered clara and assembled separate Force Shields around himself and Felix.

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Well, Straylor was drawn to the pirates like a librarian to a hipster cafe. And since we are using similes, the Baron was dressed like a motherfething ninja, too. One of the perks of traveling with the Prince of Har’oloth: no one cared if you wore too much black. Because, well, Faust was black. Not that he’d ever say that aloud. Straylor was confident that the dark elf could kill him with a butter knife. So it was a good thing they were friends.

Not so good: the pirates apparently arrived while they were sleeping.

“I SAID FIVE MORE MINUTES!”

Straylor jolted up and gave the other Baron a long look. “Oh.” His eyes widened with realization. “They’re here.” As if the inflection made a difference. He shuffled quickly to his feet. Good thing he kept his boots on. His black trousers and matching black belt felt a little snug after almost a whole cycle eating, drinking and merrymaking. You know, heterosexually with his platonic friend and brother at arms.

It took some time to get used to the whole ‘sleeping’ thing. But being ostracized from the Astral Plane helped somewhat. Without the option of transforming into a tree whenever he liked, Straylor had to sleep on beds like a normal person. Though the habit of never changing into pajamas stuck. So he was ready, more or less. He quickly strapped on his favorite shield from Secyclion along with his swords, Leviathan and Vampyre along with his pack of specialty items. Alas, he lost one of his best blades during a brief visit of Mystique and its creepy flower-demons.

He sprinted after Faust who was likely keeping a very casual, easy pace. But the Prince of Har’oloth was not exactly normal. Grandmasters were unintentional showoffs sometimes. Though nearly always guilty of humblebrags. When they found a suitable perch or outlook with cover, Straylor surveyed the scene.

Oh, these pirates were a fine subsection of races and peoples. If Straylor was a statistician he might have been sorely tempted to run a couple of surveys.

Lots of ships, lots of raiders. In his past life, Straylor could have easily swarmed the ships with crustaceans and gulls while he sipped wine. Now he was forced to do manual labor like the rest of the peasantry. At least it was good for his health, kept him active ...until he was stabbed or shot or killed.

“Nice”, he whispered to Faust in thanks even as he absentmindedly began to augment the sorcerer’s weaves, making his spellcasting and spells that much easier and more efficient for both their sake. He also reinforced the Force Fields to make them stronger and more durable by using the seeds of sorcery he came into possession while working in Medonia. Ever since he came across a rainbow talisman, he preferred to keep a few choice seeds on his person. They were like sponges to specific essences, allowing him to draw away Arcana Contamination for use later.

“Let’s find a bottleneck and draw them away from the ships”, Straylor said in low tones. “At best, we’ll kill the whole lot and save these villagers.” Then he swung his shield around and drew Leviathan from its sheath. “At worst, we’ll cull a couple from the herd and nab a prisoner who might have some answers.”

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One imagined the pirates had no idea the sleeping giant they'd awoken.

Klue

Luckily, it seemed that Klue had managed to slip out without garnering any unwanted attention. The raiders were focused on either killing the town watch, subduing those villagers who were resisting, or dragging their newly acquired prisoners back to the boats.

There were three - BOOM - five breaches in the stone walls by the docks. Through them were pouring the raiders, at least a good few dozen of them. They were fanning out through the settlement in no particular pattern, merely attacking anybody who they ran across and grabbing whoever/whatever they could in the meantime. It was entirely possible they'd leave before making their way through the entire town, having deemed their haul sufficiently worthy. Or, potentially, deciding to cut their losses.

Pockets of fighting were all around him, the remnants of the local town watch (ill-equipped and poorly trained as they were) did their best to fight back against the raiders, at least to give the villagers a decent head start in running away from them. The groups to his right were holding decently so far, and a fresh group ahead had just started their fight. But it seemed like the ones on the left were struggling, getting cut down by the pikemen who opposed them.

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Startled by the loud noises, the pair stumbled out of their room together, right into the chaos that had seized the city. As they went through with their preparations, they'd have a bit of time to get a read on the situation. They were quite close to the docks, so there was plenty of fighting all around them. From what they could see, there were three - BOOM - five breaches in the stone walls by the docks. The raiders were pouring through, almost exclusively spearmen and pikemen, with a good few archers in tow as well. Here and there the elven officers could be seen, ruthlessly and quickly cutting down the town watch with their elegantly crafted swords.

They didn't seem to have any particular strategy when it came to moving through the town, simply fanning out however they saw fit and attacking whatever they saw that wasn't on their side. Grabbing prisoners, finishing off the wounded, and either continuing on their way after passing off their prizes to another group, or making their way back to the boat with prisoners in tow. It was entirely possible they'd leave before making their way through the entire town, having deemed their haul sufficiently worthy. Or, potentially, deciding to cut their losses.

Bottlenecks? With the raiders so spread out it would be hard to find a good one. The nearest group, though, could perhaps be funneled through some of the narrow nearby alleyways.
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The raiders just kept coming. Or so it appeared to Klue from his vantage, pressed up against a wall, round a corner of the inn. And from the looks of it, the town guard, try as they might, seemed to be fighting a losing battle, fast. He'd been a Legionnaire once, a decade ago or more. He'd even had a command of his own. But he'd never been a very good soldier. He'd had trouble taking orders with grace, without questioning them, and trouble with the chain of command. Acknowledging it, that was. He'd had an independent streak a mile wide, still did, and mostly he'd preferred tactics not as readily embraced as some of his then commanders. Sabotage, infiltration, the like...

Which was why, so long as circumstances allowed it, the gadgeteer wouldn't rush in. To his left the watchmen seemed to be struggling, but he'd a very good view of the fight from his current position. Klue drew his firearm and primed the thing for firing. With the cartridge in place, he could get off five shots before needing to reload. The design of the weapon made it a relatively quiet one when fired, and if he was lucky and could time his shots with the explosions going off both overhead and down at the docks, his potential targets ought be hard pressed to know where the shots were coming from.

It meant that, maybe, he'd have some time before needing to relocate, switch tactics, or risk being discovered. In the meantime, a clear shot at one of the armed raiders was one he'd take so long as he could do it without risking innocents caught up in the middle. He was particularly interested in identifying those among the raiders that seemed to be in charge. Pick them off, Klue thought, all the better to create confusion among the raiders themselves.
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The earthshaking explosion drew his keen vision to the feeble wall that separated the docks from the remainder of the small town. Like termites surging through dead wood, the raiders appeared in abundance. “We might have to settle for the latter,” the Prince of Har’oloth duly noted to his companion when he realized that their attackers were spread too widely throughout the docks for the pair to herd into a single confrontation. And from a cursory glance alone, the dark elf was able to discern that the villagers would not be too much help either.

His swords hissed from their scabbards.

Let’s take as many prisoners as we can,” the dark elf said as he started forward, but he paused for a moment and glanced over his shoulder at his friend, “but not too many.” A half-grin appeared along the edges of his mouth as he waded ahead, moving towards one of the five gaping holes in the wall where the hodgepodge of invaders were marching through with ease.

Funneling the attackers into a confined space would certainly have been helpful to ensure a maximum amount of prisoners, but there were other ways to guarantee that one, two, or maybe even three of their unknown enemies were left on the docks for questioning later. The villagers only needed a few captives, the Prince of Har’oloth concluded. The rest could be disposed of. They did not have enough manpower to keep an eye on all their assailants, after all.

He descended upon the nearest batch of invaders without hesitation, his magical blades crafting a whirlwind of dark gray and silvery-white as his gloved hands, empowered by his haste-enchanted gloves, directed them with a dancer’s grace. His rush was merciless, every attack alternating high and low to target the vital points of his enemy’s bodies. He cared little for their equipment, their degrees of skill, or even their reactions. It was clear that their commanders, the elven officers, posed the greatest threats to the village, and he would carve his way, systematically if need be, towards them.

He had fought beside Felix Leonard long enough to know that the human would be close by, most likely fighting towards the nearest hole in the wall in order for the pair to remain near as they advanced towards the ships.
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Good thing raiders were prone to tunnel vision. They came here for loot and slaves; so that’s what they did. A couple even passed their position completely oblivious to the two grandmasters. It was nice being the sidekick for once though. Even if all this went straight to Umblat, he could write to their wives explaining that it was Faust’s plan to fight a bunch of pirates. Which, to be fair, was technically correct.

Straylor was content napping back at the inn.

At Faust’s signal, Straylor sprung into action behind him. While the Prince turned into a whirlwind of silver and obsidian that shred their foes into chunks of meat, Straylor was a little more methodical. He was a professional soldier for most of his life and understood the importance of crowd control. He stuck close to structures and walls to negate as many openings as possible. His shield took care to deflect and obstruct anything else that good too close. Whereas his short sword, Leviathan, sprung to life in his grasp.

His intentions were simple: follow Faust and cut down any stragglers. He’d maim a few for good measure, also to keep a handful (heh) alive for questioning later. Idly, Straylor allowed his anchor to the Material ‘ping’ any potential pockets of magic nearby that might indicate spellcasters among the enemy ranks. He recognized those elves and were familiar with the katanas forged in Zinn’ka. Could the Treloreans be expanding to the southern realms? It didn’t make sense. Not yet anyway.
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Timing his shots in conjunction with the explosions was a bit of a challenge, since they seemed to be relatively irregular. After the walls had been sufficiently breached, save potential troublesome pockets of resistance, it was better not to use them too much. Accuracy being what it was, well, friendly fire was quite a risk, and it was always awkward sharing a boat with people you'd maybe almost blown up that one time. Or actually blown up, and hey, that's where that peg leg had come from.

With the particular group of raiders that Klue was looking at, it was hard to see who was in charge. Everybody was involved in the melee, and they all seemed to be standard crewmen, none of the Treloreans who were obviously in charge. With a bit of observation, though, Klue would note that some of them seemed to be naturally leading the others in the fight. Perhaps getting rid of them would help decrease morale. Eventually, though, Klue would get his chance. A group of raiders, led by a very large dorin, had broken through some of the town watch's lines. The boom of cannon, echoing through the air. Bang!

A red mist coming out behind the dorin's head, as Klue found his mark. The large raider sagged to the floor, the raider's advance momentarily halted as everybody wondered what had just happened. For now, at least, he had managed to prevent the total rout of the left side.

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It was admittedly difficult to take prisoners when swords were involved. Stab them a few times and they were all dead and stuff! That was very inconvenient and inconsiderate on the part of the raiders. As it was, the pair moved to help plug some of the known gaps - even if a good portion of the pirates had already entered the city, taking back the walls would help prevent the situation from worsening, and perhaps even pull people out of the city in an attempt to deal with the problem at hand.

Straylor, thus far, hadn't identified any spellcasters. He could tell, though, that some of the swords the Treloreans wielded were definitely magical in nature. He'd need to get a bit closer before he could really identify anything, though. In the meantime, lots and lots of people to cut through.

The two of them still had to fight their way to the walls themselves. Most of their enemies wielded polearms of some sort, which meant that Faust had a relatively easy time of it so long as he got close quickly. The raiders were disorganized and not expecting a counterattack, and so they struggled to provide any meaningful resistance against the dark elf as he dashed through them, cutting the spearmen down with ease. Straylor had a somewhat more challenging time, mostly because by the time he arrived Faust had already carved through the raiders and they were just a tad more alert. Here and there he'd have to fend off their spears with his shield but, ultimately, dealing with the spearmen was no more difficult for him than it was for Faust. The raiders were obviously unprepared when it came to fighting people with their level of skill, much more used to fighting relatively untrained town guardsmen.

Soon enough Faust had managed to reach one of the breaches, with Straylor not too far behind. The path that had brought him here had not seen him find an elven officer - most of them were likely somewhere in the city, or on the boats. Here, though, he'd finally see one, helping direct the flow of traffic just beyond the walls. In the meantime, though, the two of them had to deal with a new problem. Having noticed the two people slicing and dicing their way towards the walls, the spearmen at the breach had now grouped together. Now, instead of fighting spread out, disorganized raiders, Faust and Straylor were staring down a wall of spears. Just a tad more daunting.
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They left far more corpses in their wake than prisoners – a detail that the Prince of Har’oloth noted with some amusement. In fact, the dark elf doubted that any of the bandits that he and Felix had confronted thus far would survive for long after suffering the lethal wounds that the pair had inflicted. Their persistence in overrunning the village had compounded their threat to the townsmen, and therefore, Faust felt little remorse in sending them to early graves. Nevertheless, he was mindful of the fact that they needed to capture at least one of the pirates alive for further questioning.

Fortunately, there seemed to be plenty available.

He skidded to a graceful halt when he and Felix finally reached the wall of spears, which had wisely congregated sometime during the pair’s mad rush. His swords raised defensively in front of him, the dark elf eyed the invaders cheekily for a moment. It seemed that their enemies had sensibly recognized the danger that the pair posed. It was during times like these that the dark elf mourned the loss of his connection to the Plane of the Elements. Sending a wave of rippling flames the raiders’ way would have been a guaranteed method of scattering and overwhelming them. Alas, he no longer had that option at his disposal.

I knew I should have told Tiyribi about this,” he regretted, sighing as he entered clara and began to gather force essence from the surrounding area and collect it for his spell. Indeed, his wife would have made short work of the pseudo-phalanx with a single thought. Unfortunately, someone had had to watch Iliviana and Idris. Without a second thought, the Vysstichi Lord unleashed his Force Bolt in a wide arc, sending it towards the group of spearmen.

He followed his spell a few seconds later to allow the blast to settle, wading in once again to deal with any pirates that managed to stay on their feet notwithstanding the magical salvo. “There’s an elf over there,” he noted to Felix, hoping that his human friend would see the officer and understand his intentions to reach him. “I’ll take care of them,” he reassured, focusing on the nearest bandits to clear the way for the formidable spellbreaker.
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Beneath his black ninja colors was actually a 'tool box' leather armor reinforced with Elven steel. It had an assortment of pockets and compartments containing various tricks. He purchased it a long time ago in Archadoon along with a small collection of gadgets. Straylor was about to toss a Stink Bomb at the neatly arranged spears when Faust did his magic ...thing.

Was this how it always felt to non-mages whenever he tossed his spells around?

Since there weren't any apparent mages, Straylor let Faust go ahead and play. When the Prince asked him to get the "elf over there", Straylor frowned and hurried in that direction. Given that Faust dealt with everything else.

It just seemed fair.

"Vedui!", Straylor greeted the Trelorean captain as he moved to engage the lightborn. "That's my friend over there." He nodded in Faust's direction, who was likely a blur of death and sorcery now. "Those other guys with you or ...?"

The small talk was a distraction, of course, and Straylor kept his shield at a mid guard to hide his intention. He was just removing the distance between himself and the captain so that Leviathan might find out what Trelorean tasted like.
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It might not have been one of the elves, but at least he'd managed to help turn the tide and allowed the militia to gain the upper hand. In one, isolated skirmish that was. He could continue to pick off combatants, so long as he remained undiscovered there where he was. But the gadgeteer believed he could do more, more effectively, was he to get closer to the action.

He wanted to get closer to the walls, even closer to the ships and those on deck if he could. His weapon has a very good killing range, some several hundred yards, and its scope made it all the more accurate, the farther his target. If he could only get just a little bit closer and gain the right vantage, he might just be able to go unseen while identifying and picking off those who were truly controlling the raid.

So leaving his current hideaway behind, the gadgeteer ducked down the nearest empty alley or backstreet he could find, and then another as he attempted to work his way unseen towards the walls and the docks. Once he managed to get closer he'd begin looking for a way onto a sturdy rooftop where he could go largely unseen while looking for the likeliest targets. Even then, he had more in mind than just shooting, he had a number of options in his sack of tricks. But first he'd have to get there.
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A swordsman and a mage? That seemed like cheating. The spear wall was blasted apart by Faust, the pirates having not anticipated that he might be a magic user as well. Once more the dark elf dove into the sea of bodies, red spraying everywhere as he cut through the spearmen with relative ease now that he'd broken through their formation. A quick note to the spellbreaker and he'd be off again, clearing the path for Straylor to make his way in the direction of the dark elf officer over in that direction.

By this point there was a lot less standing around and a lot more people just running away, because who wanted to deal with Faust? Nobody who liked living, that's who. Surprisingly, that included the Trelorean, who noticed that something was quite amiss and perhaps that was something that should be reported to the others. A high elf, from the look of it, having started to move at just about the same time Faust had blasted through the spear wall. As it was, he was already quite on his way to the boats by the time the swordsman had begun to carve his path with Straylor in tow.

Not that the officer's efforts were entirely needed. The ship gunners weren't entirely blind, it seemed. The crew on the ground? Cowards, it seemed, and expendable. A loud boom, and Faust and Straylor were suddenly knocked off their feet, a fiery explosion blowing a crater in the ground nearby, as all of a sudden the cannons had been pointed in their direction. Accuracy? The cannons probably couldn't hit the Empress' massive bosom at range (and it was such a large, almost completely uncovered target!). But then again, shrapnel was quite a concern as well. Didn't help that Faust, being a dark elf, stuck out like a sore thumb.

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Gained the upper hand? Debatable. Prevented them all from being massacred? Certainly! In the short-term, perhaps. With any luck they'd be able to pull themselves together and drive off the raiders, but such things were in the hands of the town watch themselves now.

For now, Klue tried to make his way in the direction of the docks. With the haphazard way the raiders were making their way through the city, he'd manage to get quite far without being detected. They weren't being particularly thorough or meticulous, and as such the gadgeteer found plenty of gaps in their search net to slip through. Getting onto the rooftops? It was a simple enough task.

It seemed like there was a lot going on by the docks, based on all the sounds and bustling coming from that direction. Before Klue could get there, though, an arrow would suddenly zip past him. It seemed like some of the pirate archers had noticed him, a trio of bowmen nocking their arrows and loosing another volley towards him. If they weren't taken care of, they'd likely send some of their pals up to the rooftop after him as well.
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With his Force Bolt having disrupted any semblance of order amongst the spear-wielding pirates, the Baron of Vortex was given free rein to do as he pleased. He continued to tear into them like a lion feeding upon a deer, every swipe of his blades splashing the ground in crimson. It was only a matter of time before they reached the light-born elf, or so the Prince of Har’oloth believed until an ominous whistle in the air froze him in place, only to be followed by a rippling explosion a short distance in front of him.

The blast knocked the dark elf onto his back. He blinked several times where he lay, wondering what in Aeternia had just happened. “Felix!” he cried, trying to reorient himself as he turned his head left and right to search for his friend. He heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed his companion a short distance away, likewise on the floor but seemingly in one piece. What he did not see was the Trelorean that the two had been chasing after.

Damn,” he cursed, staggering to his feet. He narrowed his gaze slightly as he watched the ships turn their weapons in the duo’s direction. “Now might be a good time to fall back,” he glumly said, reaching for the Force Essence around them and erecting a high, makeshift Force Field to separate them from any subsequent cannon fire. He was not unfamiliar with such weaponry as he had encountered them in several battles over the eras, but he still knew them to be relatively rare in the empire.

Who are these people?” he muttered aloud, slowly backpedaling towards the town. It appeared that some of the bandits had made a full retreat, but there seemed to be plenty of others left inside the walls. He glanced at Felix then, wondering if his friend agreed that it would be better to engage those inside rather than continue what could be a potentially suicidal charge towards the ships. Teleportation was always an option, but something told the dark elf that that might not be the wisest idea either considering that they would drop themselves in the middle of a group of ships clearly unconcerned about shooting at their own men.
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Why was Straylor suddenly thinking about the Empress’ ample bosom?

That was the last thing he remembered until he was thrown off his feet. The crew aboard the oddly-shaped ship didn’t seem concerned at all about friendlies on the beach.

Good thing Straylor’s first instinct was to throw his shield up to catch any shrapnel coming his way. “Faust -- watch out!”, he called after the dark elf.

Scrambling over back to to his broseph, Straylor was glad that Faust’s first instinct was to further reinforce their position. Because, well, they both knew that if he died Tiyribi was going to be pissed. The Duchess was serene enough the last time they met. But Straylor knew that the arch sorceress could easily teleport him and Faust, limbs in all, in different directions without even looking up from her tea.

Speaking of sorcery, when Straylor rolled to a stop behind the Force Field he nodded his thanks to Faust before following his retreat.

“Let’s find some prisoners”, he agreed. “No reason to die this early in the brightening.”
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