BLACKWATCH
04-07-2006, 05:41 PM
Cough cough, Wipes mouth on his weatherd shirt sleeve.
DANM IT ALL YE SCURV'Y RAT EATING BIRD !! Tis only half a ear left from yor
danm chewing!!!
Hermm, might be'n time fer a new ships mascot, mangie varmit, danm pooping parrot!!!
*swips at the parrot, with the rusted bent iron hook, missing it*
Agh now where was eye?
He ponders for a moment, head swaying back and forth in rythem to the waves rocking the ship.
Ti's been 2 fort nights sence ta last battle at Gornath, we lost two fin' ships
of the line there, most of der crew, dead , lost,or abandoned in the fog of battle.
Mogocoth, that little lie'n weazel from hell will pay, ay' will pay !
Cost us a small fortune in gold for the info he snitched, wa ta be a gallon
bloated like preg' lassy with ore, sailing back ta her home port....Sigh....
Easy pic'n's he said, BAH! Only need a small raiding party, 3 ships and small
crews, and she be OURS... (spits on the deck, and swipes at the parrot absentmindedly)....easy picken's......Bah!
He'll pay, aye hell'sfire he'l pay ! may he rot , Mogocoth had served well and was thought trustworthy, till that evening at Gornath...
Aye there was the Fat gallon as he told us, she lay sleeping in the small harbor , ripe as a young calf fer our picking...Only 2 deck hands half asleap
on her deck, we cut there skervy necks in seconds, tis was no sounds but the faint hiss of hot steaming blood spraying in the air..
Cough! hum', me thought, tis was nay too easy. What was I thinking, that night? I was too grizzled a seamaster to fall pray so easy....I see it all too well now.
In our blood lust, we had missed the faint blue glow of the Inchanters warding spell on the galleys iron bared deck hatch, COUGH, COUGH COUGH
oh me side, stuck like a pig i was,, ARrr na where was I, Ah aye!
Fo'slither our shamon , had run to the hatch and started his unlocking spell,
was about 3 words in to the chant when , his eyes closed and what looked like a snake came out of his mouth, what ever it was fell to the wood deck
chared and wiggling,wisps of a yellow n green smoke rising up in to the air. Aye the magic trap on the hatch had done its job well.
Fo'slither's eyes opened and then rolled slowly backward in to his skull
and he quivered, trying to speek, ba' na sounds came out of his toungless
mouth, he was dead, for that inchanters warding lock had done its job.
Ill miss that rotten little weazle...
AYE, it was madness as the yelling and shouting started, confusion and bewilderment was amuck.
I heared the call of Drathnerdo our look out, " Capt'n SAILS HO', Nor East"
His normaly gravel voice a high shriking sound, sending a shiver down my sweat soaked back. Never was he one to panic or show his fear.
Yet as I looked Nor East, the sight FROZE me! and my breathing stop..
There sailing in the dark was two of the Mezratal war ships, full sails and
glowing with the yellow cast of magic winds in her sails...
There on her decks were the Bloodied Queens own personal guards,
court mages, inchanters, and weavers of magic, more then I had seen in
my life. Archers were in her rigging, and the Queens honor guard were at the rails, they had sprung the trap and we were the pray.
Mogocoth had sold us out, I cursed his name with all the vilest of curses
I know...Danm his dark skin hide to flames of Borath'.....
Pooring out of the ships hold they came, twisted lips set in rage, blades chiped rusted but still all the deadly, for the Queens Mages had sacerficed
the crew, killing them all but not letting there souls go,makeing them Undead servents to her will...We had no chance to fight them, who can
rekill the dead?
RETREAT! I swore, and felt the cold sting of a blade pearce my jerken,
was not so much the pain, but the shock of something cold in my side,
it amused me for a sec, but only a second befor I turned and with my cutless
(forged by dworfs,and inchanted as much as mypurse would alow) thrusting
at the undead seamon who had ran me though, I cought him under the chin
with the hilt, knocking the rotted jaw off, leaving it swinging from his face.
I screamed once, some unknown curse from my lips, as I hacked the arm holding his rapier off, But being cursed by the Queen he did not die.
We fought our way back to our ships losing over half the crew, them that droped laying there screeming as they were dismembered by the undead crew.
The Two Mezeratal ships were on us, arcing in the air were the liqued fire,
and singing the dark night was the glow of the mages and Inchanters spells
seamon erupted in flames, falling in to the sea to the embrace of wet death.
I saw we were lost if we stayed and fought, even with our experence and
the few mages we had with us, we would die this night..
Cast away, RUN! Danm yor hides, RUN! I screemed...
The helmman didnt need told twice, Hes shacking hands furisly turning the tiller to port, bringing our sails to the wind, EINTAR NATHRUE BESING VETIES
I heared the mage cast his spell, bringing a pail yellow wind to fill the sagging sails(Morgothrow was old and a bit fopish, but he knew his chants).
The two Queens warships glistened in the dark, her jet black armor plates
humming and lightly glowing from all the spells and enchantmens .
Each was now locked in a death grip to my two remaining ships..
There fate was sealed, they would all be dead soon, the lucky ones at least.
Thouse who survived would pray to what ever God they warshiped for death, The Queens Inquistore's were merciless in there work.
She would have all the information she wanted from them, then have them
turned to her dark undead slaves, or just fed to her pets...
MOGOCOTH CURSE YA TO HELLS FIRES ! for Ratting us out...Ye will pay I
swore! Yelling to my helmsman, there lost sail for our lifes, SAIL!!
The deck pitched as we picked up speed, nearly slipping on the blood
covering the well warn and stained deck wood, I leaned on the rail,
COUGH a bit of blood drools down my chin...
"Ferthlow SHARETHNA Ferthlow sotmetal", I had heared the familer spell so often after battles, it did not fully dawn on me, it was being cast on me!. It would some what heal, not fully, but stoped farther bleeding and poisan...
Sargoth our so called healer (when he was not on his own herbs) had tried to stop the trickle of blood out of my side... He mumbles something about not a cursed magical wouned, and hurried away to tend the others...
I didnt even thank him, my eyes locked to battle still raging, hearing the shrieks and screems of thoue left behind, knowing they and there ships were lost..
We sailed for 2 weeks to a safe port, one of many hide outs, making repairs
and healing our selfs, both in body and sprit.
It would take time to mend the wounds, to mourn our lost mates...
We knew the Queen would be here soon, the dirty job of making thouse who lived talk...(wishing they had died) and her Black ships must be on the way.
Mogocoth, curse that name! had cost us two ships and 134 crew/mates.
He would pay, AYE he would pay, If I had to sell mysoul to the Deamon Ertognath, I would have his death!!
We set fire to the safe hold, and cast magic traps on all we could, Though are few remaing mages were frazeled and drained of there mana.
There hate still burned from the trechery of Mogocoth....
Tis been 2 fort nights sailing at speed, soon we will make Nectopolis, the city and guild would hear of the trechery and the loss.
I will offer my head as required by law for the failure and loss. I as Blackwatch, commander of the Raiding ship Ramosa bear all responsability.But should I be pardoned, nothing will stop my blood oath for vengence!
Crimson , dosnt take trechery lightly, and even more the loss of two of her best shops and crews... aye revenge is best served cold.....
COUGH cough DANM, SARGOTH, where are ya? Can ye not do better on this wound?
You will let me die from your lazy worthless rats spell? There are wenches
in the tavern who do beter healing !!! I spit a bit o blood in to the sea, and
swipe at that danmed parrot, get off me ear!!
"Mogocoth, mogocoth," you sold the wrong mate out....
"LAND HO" I hear the cry.... Long has it been.... MOGOCOTH I curse...
Blackwatch, Capt. Raiding Ship Ramosa
DANM IT ALL YE SCURV'Y RAT EATING BIRD !! Tis only half a ear left from yor
danm chewing!!!
Hermm, might be'n time fer a new ships mascot, mangie varmit, danm pooping parrot!!!
*swips at the parrot, with the rusted bent iron hook, missing it*
Agh now where was eye?
He ponders for a moment, head swaying back and forth in rythem to the waves rocking the ship.
Ti's been 2 fort nights sence ta last battle at Gornath, we lost two fin' ships
of the line there, most of der crew, dead , lost,or abandoned in the fog of battle.
Mogocoth, that little lie'n weazel from hell will pay, ay' will pay !
Cost us a small fortune in gold for the info he snitched, wa ta be a gallon
bloated like preg' lassy with ore, sailing back ta her home port....Sigh....
Easy pic'n's he said, BAH! Only need a small raiding party, 3 ships and small
crews, and she be OURS... (spits on the deck, and swipes at the parrot absentmindedly)....easy picken's......Bah!
He'll pay, aye hell'sfire he'l pay ! may he rot , Mogocoth had served well and was thought trustworthy, till that evening at Gornath...
Aye there was the Fat gallon as he told us, she lay sleeping in the small harbor , ripe as a young calf fer our picking...Only 2 deck hands half asleap
on her deck, we cut there skervy necks in seconds, tis was no sounds but the faint hiss of hot steaming blood spraying in the air..
Cough! hum', me thought, tis was nay too easy. What was I thinking, that night? I was too grizzled a seamaster to fall pray so easy....I see it all too well now.
In our blood lust, we had missed the faint blue glow of the Inchanters warding spell on the galleys iron bared deck hatch, COUGH, COUGH COUGH
oh me side, stuck like a pig i was,, ARrr na where was I, Ah aye!
Fo'slither our shamon , had run to the hatch and started his unlocking spell,
was about 3 words in to the chant when , his eyes closed and what looked like a snake came out of his mouth, what ever it was fell to the wood deck
chared and wiggling,wisps of a yellow n green smoke rising up in to the air. Aye the magic trap on the hatch had done its job well.
Fo'slither's eyes opened and then rolled slowly backward in to his skull
and he quivered, trying to speek, ba' na sounds came out of his toungless
mouth, he was dead, for that inchanters warding lock had done its job.
Ill miss that rotten little weazle...
AYE, it was madness as the yelling and shouting started, confusion and bewilderment was amuck.
I heared the call of Drathnerdo our look out, " Capt'n SAILS HO', Nor East"
His normaly gravel voice a high shriking sound, sending a shiver down my sweat soaked back. Never was he one to panic or show his fear.
Yet as I looked Nor East, the sight FROZE me! and my breathing stop..
There sailing in the dark was two of the Mezratal war ships, full sails and
glowing with the yellow cast of magic winds in her sails...
There on her decks were the Bloodied Queens own personal guards,
court mages, inchanters, and weavers of magic, more then I had seen in
my life. Archers were in her rigging, and the Queens honor guard were at the rails, they had sprung the trap and we were the pray.
Mogocoth had sold us out, I cursed his name with all the vilest of curses
I know...Danm his dark skin hide to flames of Borath'.....
Pooring out of the ships hold they came, twisted lips set in rage, blades chiped rusted but still all the deadly, for the Queens Mages had sacerficed
the crew, killing them all but not letting there souls go,makeing them Undead servents to her will...We had no chance to fight them, who can
rekill the dead?
RETREAT! I swore, and felt the cold sting of a blade pearce my jerken,
was not so much the pain, but the shock of something cold in my side,
it amused me for a sec, but only a second befor I turned and with my cutless
(forged by dworfs,and inchanted as much as mypurse would alow) thrusting
at the undead seamon who had ran me though, I cought him under the chin
with the hilt, knocking the rotted jaw off, leaving it swinging from his face.
I screamed once, some unknown curse from my lips, as I hacked the arm holding his rapier off, But being cursed by the Queen he did not die.
We fought our way back to our ships losing over half the crew, them that droped laying there screeming as they were dismembered by the undead crew.
The Two Mezeratal ships were on us, arcing in the air were the liqued fire,
and singing the dark night was the glow of the mages and Inchanters spells
seamon erupted in flames, falling in to the sea to the embrace of wet death.
I saw we were lost if we stayed and fought, even with our experence and
the few mages we had with us, we would die this night..
Cast away, RUN! Danm yor hides, RUN! I screemed...
The helmman didnt need told twice, Hes shacking hands furisly turning the tiller to port, bringing our sails to the wind, EINTAR NATHRUE BESING VETIES
I heared the mage cast his spell, bringing a pail yellow wind to fill the sagging sails(Morgothrow was old and a bit fopish, but he knew his chants).
The two Queens warships glistened in the dark, her jet black armor plates
humming and lightly glowing from all the spells and enchantmens .
Each was now locked in a death grip to my two remaining ships..
There fate was sealed, they would all be dead soon, the lucky ones at least.
Thouse who survived would pray to what ever God they warshiped for death, The Queens Inquistore's were merciless in there work.
She would have all the information she wanted from them, then have them
turned to her dark undead slaves, or just fed to her pets...
MOGOCOTH CURSE YA TO HELLS FIRES ! for Ratting us out...Ye will pay I
swore! Yelling to my helmsman, there lost sail for our lifes, SAIL!!
The deck pitched as we picked up speed, nearly slipping on the blood
covering the well warn and stained deck wood, I leaned on the rail,
COUGH a bit of blood drools down my chin...
"Ferthlow SHARETHNA Ferthlow sotmetal", I had heared the familer spell so often after battles, it did not fully dawn on me, it was being cast on me!. It would some what heal, not fully, but stoped farther bleeding and poisan...
Sargoth our so called healer (when he was not on his own herbs) had tried to stop the trickle of blood out of my side... He mumbles something about not a cursed magical wouned, and hurried away to tend the others...
I didnt even thank him, my eyes locked to battle still raging, hearing the shrieks and screems of thoue left behind, knowing they and there ships were lost..
We sailed for 2 weeks to a safe port, one of many hide outs, making repairs
and healing our selfs, both in body and sprit.
It would take time to mend the wounds, to mourn our lost mates...
We knew the Queen would be here soon, the dirty job of making thouse who lived talk...(wishing they had died) and her Black ships must be on the way.
Mogocoth, curse that name! had cost us two ships and 134 crew/mates.
He would pay, AYE he would pay, If I had to sell mysoul to the Deamon Ertognath, I would have his death!!
We set fire to the safe hold, and cast magic traps on all we could, Though are few remaing mages were frazeled and drained of there mana.
There hate still burned from the trechery of Mogocoth....
Tis been 2 fort nights sailing at speed, soon we will make Nectopolis, the city and guild would hear of the trechery and the loss.
I will offer my head as required by law for the failure and loss. I as Blackwatch, commander of the Raiding ship Ramosa bear all responsability.But should I be pardoned, nothing will stop my blood oath for vengence!
Crimson , dosnt take trechery lightly, and even more the loss of two of her best shops and crews... aye revenge is best served cold.....
COUGH cough DANM, SARGOTH, where are ya? Can ye not do better on this wound?
You will let me die from your lazy worthless rats spell? There are wenches
in the tavern who do beter healing !!! I spit a bit o blood in to the sea, and
swipe at that danmed parrot, get off me ear!!
"Mogocoth, mogocoth," you sold the wrong mate out....
"LAND HO" I hear the cry.... Long has it been.... MOGOCOTH I curse...
Blackwatch, Capt. Raiding Ship Ramosa