Battle of Grey Gallows: Part 3: Disaster On The Ship
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Battle of Grey Gallows: Part 3: Disaster On The Ship
You begrudgingly agreed to stay on the ship, following your father's orders to the letter. He also slowly lifted down onto the bat bellow, to land with the other knights of the Vale, and do battle with the enemy.
It filled you with an unease, not being on the island to take part in the battle, to brave the storm with the fleet.
But that was just the way things were on this night, unfortunately for you. The Lord's of the Vale may see it as Craven, but not from you, you were just following orders of your lord.
They may see your father's actions as such.
The lords of the vale had sons fighting besides him, many of whom you had come to know in the past months. They would see it as an insult to their honor and that trust that they had given both to him, and to you.
They would distrust your father… for a moment, until battle began, and your father would prove that his trust in them, was absolute.
There were many things men said about your father, but coward was not one of them.
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The sea was quiet in the storm, even as the rain pattered on your head, and the boat rocked from side to side, the waters were eerily calm.
Marq had told you extra vigilance needed to be had on nights like this, where a ship could be hidden by the rain, and without the rocking sea, the lights could be dimmed as star light.
It was strange omen, but an omen you wisely followed, with a sword to your side, and eyes looking outward.
Your… companion, the Falcon who's mind seemed bonded with your own, was resting in it's roost in your room on the ship, the storm to hard for it to fly safely.
The Disaster: 1D100 => 90
It was far too dark to see it coming, the ship that rammed into you. How could you see it, with it's sails as black as the night sky, and it's oarman silent.
The Ship lurched and screeched, as you were thrown off of your feet and hit the deck. "Black sail!!" A crewman shouted, too late to hear in the rain and thunder and lightning. "It's Saan!"
You arose to see the large galley that had smashed the side of your ship.
Fuck!
"Men, REPEL BOARDERS!" The captain shouted, as the enemy came to the ship.
Defend yourself!: 1D100 => 92+40(Traits, Skill and Battlefield Training)=132 vs Enemy: 1D100 => 89+20 (Skill)= 109
You saw an enemy jump off, and immediately your sword blocked his attack, and you rolled away, getting to your feet quickly as you saw the enemy borders.
Your ship was prepared, but the swiftness had cut the defenders down by two, with the entire ship now trying to defend themselves, wherever they could.
That would not last, not in the slightest.
Attack!: 1D100 => 72+40(Traits, Skill and Battlefield Training)=112 vs 1D100 => 18+20 (Skill)= 38
Killing Blow:1D100 => 74
You sidestepped the thrust and drove your swords deep into the enemy's abdomen, the mans guts spilling out of him like he was a stuffed goose, his blood and other bodily fluids draining out of him like the stuffing.
You tried not to look at it, as you pulled your blade out of his body and shouted. "RALLY RALLY! RALLY TO ME!"
Rally Cry for the crew!: 1D100 => 92+60 (Traits and Skills)=152
The crew, in the hesitation and moment prior to your shouting, was in disarray.
But now, they were focused on your voice. The entire ship it seemed now rallied to you.
Marq Grafton, came down from the Crows nest with a quiver of arrows, half empty, hanging upside down, his leg, wrapped in rope. "You asked for us!?" He quipped, firing an arrow in the dark, towards the enemy ship. You thought you heard a voice cry out in pain before being silenced, but that have just been your imagination… or the dead men on the deck who were being slaughtered like pigs.
"We're counter attacking, make sure the deck has enough light so we can see!" You ordered the young lordling of the Vale.
He gave a smile. "On it!" before climbing up the rope to the Crow's nest.
"The Rest of you, make sure that ships stays on!" You ordered. "We need to get on board!"
"Aye!" the crew shouted, grabbing the boarding hooks and placing them onto the enemy ship, pulling it side to side for an easier action.
The storm it seemed, stopped, the rain subsiding as time slowly moved away, and the sun slowly crept up from across the horizon.
The deck was alight with flaming arrows, plenty of light to see, and men trying to stamp them out.
You jumped aboard with your crew, ready to kill.
What do you do:
[]Try to find the Captain: You want to find Saan and capture him… or kill him, whichever you decide to do first.
[]Stay with your men: You shall fight to secure the deck, with your men.
[]Into the Holds: You will go below deck and flush the bastards out.
AN: Sorry for the delay, I got a space Opera to write.
You begrudgingly agreed to stay on the ship, following your father's orders to the letter. He also slowly lifted down onto the bat bellow, to land with the other knights of the Vale, and do battle with the enemy.
It filled you with an unease, not being on the island to take part in the battle, to brave the storm with the fleet.
But that was just the way things were on this night, unfortunately for you. The Lord's of the Vale may see it as Craven, but not from you, you were just following orders of your lord.
They may see your father's actions as such.
The lords of the vale had sons fighting besides him, many of whom you had come to know in the past months. They would see it as an insult to their honor and that trust that they had given both to him, and to you.
They would distrust your father… for a moment, until battle began, and your father would prove that his trust in them, was absolute.
There were many things men said about your father, but coward was not one of them.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The sea was quiet in the storm, even as the rain pattered on your head, and the boat rocked from side to side, the waters were eerily calm.
Marq had told you extra vigilance needed to be had on nights like this, where a ship could be hidden by the rain, and without the rocking sea, the lights could be dimmed as star light.
It was strange omen, but an omen you wisely followed, with a sword to your side, and eyes looking outward.
Your… companion, the Falcon who's mind seemed bonded with your own, was resting in it's roost in your room on the ship, the storm to hard for it to fly safely.
The Disaster: 1D100 => 90
It was far too dark to see it coming, the ship that rammed into you. How could you see it, with it's sails as black as the night sky, and it's oarman silent.
The Ship lurched and screeched, as you were thrown off of your feet and hit the deck. "Black sail!!" A crewman shouted, too late to hear in the rain and thunder and lightning. "It's Saan!"
You arose to see the large galley that had smashed the side of your ship.
Fuck!
"Men, REPEL BOARDERS!" The captain shouted, as the enemy came to the ship.
Defend yourself!: 1D100 => 92+40(Traits, Skill and Battlefield Training)=132 vs Enemy: 1D100 => 89+20 (Skill)= 109
You saw an enemy jump off, and immediately your sword blocked his attack, and you rolled away, getting to your feet quickly as you saw the enemy borders.
Your ship was prepared, but the swiftness had cut the defenders down by two, with the entire ship now trying to defend themselves, wherever they could.
That would not last, not in the slightest.
Attack!: 1D100 => 72+40(Traits, Skill and Battlefield Training)=112 vs 1D100 => 18+20 (Skill)= 38
Killing Blow:1D100 => 74
You sidestepped the thrust and drove your swords deep into the enemy's abdomen, the mans guts spilling out of him like he was a stuffed goose, his blood and other bodily fluids draining out of him like the stuffing.
You tried not to look at it, as you pulled your blade out of his body and shouted. "RALLY RALLY! RALLY TO ME!"
Rally Cry for the crew!: 1D100 => 92+60 (Traits and Skills)=152
The crew, in the hesitation and moment prior to your shouting, was in disarray.
But now, they were focused on your voice. The entire ship it seemed now rallied to you.
Marq Grafton, came down from the Crows nest with a quiver of arrows, half empty, hanging upside down, his leg, wrapped in rope. "You asked for us!?" He quipped, firing an arrow in the dark, towards the enemy ship. You thought you heard a voice cry out in pain before being silenced, but that have just been your imagination… or the dead men on the deck who were being slaughtered like pigs.
"We're counter attacking, make sure the deck has enough light so we can see!" You ordered the young lordling of the Vale.
He gave a smile. "On it!" before climbing up the rope to the Crow's nest.
"The Rest of you, make sure that ships stays on!" You ordered. "We need to get on board!"
"Aye!" the crew shouted, grabbing the boarding hooks and placing them onto the enemy ship, pulling it side to side for an easier action.
The storm it seemed, stopped, the rain subsiding as time slowly moved away, and the sun slowly crept up from across the horizon.
The deck was alight with flaming arrows, plenty of light to see, and men trying to stamp them out.
You jumped aboard with your crew, ready to kill.
What do you do:
[]Try to find the Captain: You want to find Saan and capture him… or kill him, whichever you decide to do first.
[]Stay with your men: You shall fight to secure the deck, with your men.
[]Into the Holds: You will go below deck and flush the bastards out.
AN: Sorry for the delay, I got a space Opera to write.
