Hammer and Chisel
First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Aboard the Golden Wind, Sea of Fire, Approaching Iron Point
Until about half a year passed as mortals counted time and Yrten Sword-Sunder had never imagined he would have a dragon aboard his ship, much less that he would welcome it. Now here he was in the service of said dragon with another one pacing the deck and another one shrunk down to the size of the ship's cat flying around the rigging chattering at the crew. For some damn reason
that was the one Siduri was most worried about too.
"What's it about the little one that has you scorch-stepping more than the big bastard?" he finally asked the sorceress when he saw her damn near walking into one of the devils from looking up. "Is it going to start eating the crew if it gets bored?"
"What? No, Zavaenia is as affable as she appears, it's just that she's an
extraordinarily rare breed." she replied.
"So what's that got to do with it?" the azer captain asked frowning. Siduri wasn't the sort of mage to go mad after some strange bit of lore with no use to it like a wheel-wing with a piece of fool's gold.
"You don't understand, there aren't any records of dragons like her not because the knowledge has been lost or someone's hoarding it, but because there can't be, she's
new. Zavaenia and her brothers are the only three of their breed in all of existence, the first."
It took Yrten a moment to realize what she had said. He'd seen some of the strange creatures popping up around Sorcerer's Deep, the little mushroom-folk and wizard flowers, but to make a whole new kind of
dragon. "Fuck..."
"Please don't, I have enough to worry about without half-dragon eggs to keep an eye on," the sorceress replied, getting a rolling belly-laugh out of Yrten.
"What about the priestess?" the captain asked thoughtfully, running his fingers through his flame-woven beard. "How long can she turn flesh to shadow, how hot do her fires burn?"
"Long enough and hot enough, but I don't think walking flame-caster is the right role for her, even one that strikes without warning. The Lady Malisandre can exert dominion over fire and those in whose veins fire shows even deeper than I can manage. I know the dragons make it easier to ponder what to smash and sunder, but they could also be a fallback for subtler plans, yes?" Siduri asked, a devil's smile in her gaze.
Yrten slapped the side of the ship in surprise and spit on the deck to avert ill omen for good measure. "You want to swindle the Brass Bastard out of his ships like he's some fat merchant sailing a leaky dhow."
"The Brass Bastard isn't here, nor are his great generals or mages," the sorceress replied, motioning over the side to the waves of the Sea of Fire burning a soft garnet-red like cooling steel under a smith's hammer. "
This is a sideshow for them, an irritation from the true war against the shaitan and the djinn. Let's see if we can't make it itch until it draws
blood."
"We are going to need to make port for some serious talks before we try this," Yrten replied, surprising even himself for a moment. A smile slowly grew among the flickering light of his beard. "The efreeti aren't going to let themselves be lead around by the nose for long, but if we get the ambush right... A whole squadron captured intact or near enough to sail. Hells, we could keep going with a good enough illusionist using the captured ships as bait."
"We should probably see to the first win before planning the streak, but yeah, that's what I had in mind," Siduri answered with satisfaction. "Tried and tested tactics, just on a greater stage."
OOC: A bit of a short update, unfortunately, but I can't really get past the planning stage on the first day of the month. The deception and subsequent battle are going to be later on.