On a Fel Day
Third Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
The ships of the enemy came like knives in the dark, swift and dreadful, draped in mist and in the sound of horns echoing. How may there were none on the deck of the Marcella could say, save that there were many and they were bold. There was no time for arrows, nor even for the casting of spears as was the custom on the Anwa on those rare time when they came one against the others on the high seas, squabbling over some foreign plunder in waters far from home, or raiding an ill defended village. They came with death in their hands and a name of ill omen on their lips:
"Obapupa, Obapupa!" they cried and the sailors knew not the meaning for they had not listened to tales of the time long ago as the old man had done, but he knew it well. Redman they cried, the name of their most feared of kings and the most bloody.
Axes they bore heavy in the hand and their heads shone red in the flame of torches. From the high deck of the ship fire answered them held aloft in aged hands still nimble enough to bear the surgeon's knife.
Would that mine ears were also too old to hear the screams, the scholar thought.
Yet still they came, paying no mind to the screams of their comrades as the longships cashed against the galley with the sound of splintering wood and almost with the roar of a maddened beast. Alas that he did not have around him the ring of steel that was the Fellowship and so it was that Zaia of Alexandria came face to face with death. It was as ill groomed and foul smelling as he had expected it to be....
The axe fell, but did not bite, slowing more and more until it seemed that it was lodged in empty air, much to the surprise of the brute who bore it. That was the last look on his face as a spear in the back of the neck sent an arc of blood spewing over Zaia. But still though gushing blood he seemed to be trying to say something:
"He comes."
Looking around the scholar could see that most of the foes form the second longship, the one that had
not been met with his concoctions and flame had instead been snared in place as they tried to cross the high gunwale of the ship leaving them caught as much to each other as to the ship, hooks and bridges of rope were little use here and the attempt to use planks as was common custom with the smaller ships of this world had failed miserably.
The foe would have to cross a bridge of their own snared and dying comrades to get into the decks of the Genoan Galley while further down Esha was working her magic with a deft and skillful hand. She has managed to blind the helmsman of one of the other ships just as he was coming to strike the galley as full speed, turning what would have been a stroke alongside into a glancing hit that sent it careening away.
Still there was no end to the enemy for they must guess that the great ship was a prize, even if they could not know how much of a one. so the largest ship in the fleet came then upon them, its grow not a beast or serpent carved in the same wood as the keel, but the face of a woman carved in pale bone, her hair and eyes of black iron.
A cry went up from the company of the ship: "The King! The King! We will take the king!" For though they had lost some among their number they were still more bold than bloody.
Lo that indeed there was a king aboard the great ship or at least a mighty warlord, for he was garbed head to toe in armor of bronze, as a man wearing his casket upon the field of battle. Upon his head he bore a mask like the sun and the moon together in the sky half of silver and half of bronze, but for all the finery of his armor and the kingly manner of his guise, he bore in his left hand only a torch like the common warriors of the Anwa... but his left hand was a gauntlet of black iron and it was then that Zaia understood who had come against then out of the depths of time.
"Redman..." he echoed in a whisper the warcry of the foe. Once he would not even have imagined such a thing, but he had seen horrors aplenty in this strange world and he could well imagine that by some foul art he who had once united all the Anwari against him had come again in the service of darkness
Behind him arrayed one after the other were warriors still and silent, they bore no torches and they called out no curses and no promises of vengeance... they could not, Zaia say for under the heavy helms they bore not the countenance of living men, but grey green as sludge in the depths of the sea, their eyes hollow things.
"Dead men can die again!" one of the sailors shouted. Zaia might have been surprised to recognize the cook once, but this was the same man who had willingly fought a dragon.
The dark warrior, the Redman Zaia was convinced he was, took down his helm and revealed that he was not dead but a living man under he sun and then he laughed loud and lusty as one who had not seen the sun or felt the wind on his face for a long while.
"You have fought boldly and with skill strangers, pledge yourselves to me and I shall do more than spare you, I shall take you as part of mine own fleet and in that service you shall have all the glory of song and all the gold of plunder lacking nothing even besides the palaces of the southlands."
What does Antonio reply... and what are our tactics?
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OOC: Well, this took a while because of all the combat... most of which I did not even end up showing since Zaia did not have a commanding sight of the battle, but still when you are in a position to do naval combat with more ships under your control I am confident I can run it better now.