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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 2:22:48 GMT
Avatre grumbled quietly to himself, working on a plan. "Fetch the bodies and check them for any infection, then bring them on board. We'll sail south to the port of Daerlune, where we'll send a single ship in to try and get supplies. We'll keep eyes in the sky so that if things go poorly, we can get to safety quickly."
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 3:02:46 GMT
His people followed his orders exactly. Soon they were sailing south, his people were not known for their sailing skills, but they managed to get the masted ships out to sea.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 3:29:21 GMT
Avatre looks about uneasily, huffing. "This is why we don't have gills.."
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 3:36:16 GMT
The closest man nodded as they slowly began to sail south.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 3:51:06 GMT
"Eyes open and noses up. Let me know if anything happens." Avatre heads down below the decks, where his men have gathered the corpses. "If this goes poorly, we need these cleaned, cut, and readied for consumption. We can't afford to pass up on any food source if we don't find some here."
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 20:29:47 GMT
One of this people asks, "Now... or later." In a soft voice.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 20:38:32 GMT
"Later. We'll see how things go at the dock. No need to resort to such tactics until necessary, but be ready." Avatre nods, then moves back above. "One ship, thirty Ifreanti on board, I'll lead. We're going to dock and try to get supplies. If there'a a fight, take off immediately and head to this ship. We can't afford any casualties." Avatre nodded to his men and then flew over to the other ship, repeating his command. The Ifreanti on board the other ship flew over until there were only thirty left, and then began sailing further ahead. "Weapons concealed."
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 21:33:36 GMT
As they moved south they saw another ship, heavy in the water heading North. It was a cargo transport. Though there were Imperial marines on the deck.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 22:03:46 GMT
Avatre told his crew to begin to slow down, and head for a course alongside the cargo ship. "Two scouts in the air, fly over and try to tell them we seek supplies for a voyage."
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 23:08:53 GMT
As the two scouts approached there was a flash, and a rain of bolts flew towards the flying pair.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 7, 2014 23:17:14 GMT
Avatre let out a sharp whistle, hoping their instincts and armor would save them. Shouting out orders, the sails went up on the ship again as they drew their weapons. "All hands on deck! Shields up, ready for arrows!" Avatre tried to get a count on how many marines they faced.
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Post by Smith on Mar 7, 2014 23:40:53 GMT
The ship they were chasing was changing course heading into the Sea of Souls. The marines, and other men on the ship were hiding now. But he thought he had seen around ten Marines.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 8, 2014 0:14:11 GMT
"Follow them! Send a wing back to fetch the other ship. We need to reach them before they escape!" Avatre began a search of the ship to see if there were any bows on board they could use, though he knew it wouldn't be to much effect anyways.
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Post by Smith on Mar 8, 2014 0:59:26 GMT
There were no bows on board the ship. If there had been they had been removed. His ships inched closer to the other ship as they fled the coast.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 8, 2014 2:09:02 GMT
Avatre ran through plans in his head, staring at the ship ahead of them. "Wings one and two, take to the air. We might need you to dive for their sails. Derrys, how long until we reach the Sea?" Avatre turned to his second-in-command as he spoke, who he'd given the maps to.
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