The Sharpness of the Stylus
Eighteenth Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Looking down the tablet, one of four that that Antonio had composed to hand to your pursuers, you less certain of its efficacy than you had been when he offered it:
To the Carrion Crows dogging our path with the smell of rot on their breath and piss already staining their kilts
Draw your blades if you think they shall be sharper than the axe of Okunrin Okomo of Surman and sing a death song across your prow if you think you are more skilled in the making of war than his brother Isele. Should any of you be instead folk of good judgement who have taken up in poor company over mead and song turn aside now and we shall make no mark of your ship, nor shall we send her to the Lady's Hall under the auspices of one who speaks for the sea. Mark well the messenger and mark well your memories of those who sent it.
Sealed in Iron, Sealed in Blood
The last two were some of the few word-symbols of the Anwari tongue, as opposed to the usual syllabics, iron being the bane of spirits and blood the bane of men. You cannot help but ask: "Are you sure this won't just make them pull harder on the oars?"
"Sure?" Antonio shook his head looking to the horizon and the pursuers. "Hell no, they are crazy enough to choose us over a merchant ship plying the waters of the Blue Sea and some of them at least have to be crazy enough to stay at the fore, knowing they will be first to the fire and spells. But this is enough spit and blood to sound like bluster, like we are ready for a fight, while also suggesting what an honorable retreat would look like."
As Inge is trying the first of the tablets to the leg of one of her gulls Antonio speaks up again, an enterprising look in his eye: "Could we paint those black, put a bit more fear into the sons of bitches."
"No, you can't paint the gulls... Roland tell him he can't paint the gulls!"
You tell him, though you ask Inge why she had not asked for the same when Zaia had suggested pairing the beasts with some of his fiery concoctions.
"I trust Zaia to leave them be, don't trust him," she nods towards the captain. "Not to pain them black and say it was magic rain."
"You wound me child, I would come up with a much better excuse," Anotnio quips.
Alas the good cheer does not last, the still very much white winged gulls make it to every longboat and only one of them turns aside, the other three return with nothing and the fourth returns with a message not on clay, but on fine calfskin.
With thanks to the Fellowship of Saint Nicholas
For ridding me of those two craven to face a bird in battle, thus I shall not have to pay them a portion of the treasure. Rejoice for the tribute I ask of you shall not be shared with the unworthy. I ask that you deliver the horn which is Sacred to Olweje and the drums that beat with great haste as well as all the gold and half the silver you posses, all of the mead. Further we ask such gems or metals you brought from the Deep Realm and all things wrought of the bones scales and blood of the dragon you slew, for they are perilous to leave in the company of those without an understanding of magic and all the more so of dabblers in the Old Ways. Mistake me not, we shall have these things, the only question is if we shall have them by blood together with all your other treasures and your lives or if you give them up as tribute and keep all the rest upon your Wyrd-Cursed ship.
The only mark at the end is a single jagged crescent inked in red which none of your companions can do more than guess at.
"Turn helm south wards, with the wind at our back!" Antonio says setting the thing down, but you do not think your escape from the remaining three ships will be quite so easy. You know all too well the way a wizard can tip the balance and yet you know so little little of the depths and breadth of arcane powers.
You will be missing sleep from more than the sound of the rain. If they are to act at all it has to be on the first night before their oarsmen lose the battle with the wind.
What preparations do you make for the first night?
[] Get someone else to take care of the changelings to the otter-kin can be on guard
[] Distribute potions among the men at watch
[] Write in
OOC: The otter-kin are also good enough swimmers to pass between the ships and spy if you want to risk it they are game.