Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150715024353

"Sir, my Captain do not use tricks nor mischieves if he wants to either capture or kill someone. If he says you're safe, then you are indeed safe. You really want me to bring him a counter-offer?", the horseman who spoke before replied, before leaving. He didn't sounded very pleased with Rob's words.

''Just go, Rob. Toreau are stubborn folk, he'll either take the counter-offer as a offense or think that you have balls...The first being the most probable, since Doraleous is not Tormund.''

Farraud thought, but said nothing. He wouldn't want to call the King's attention, nor to disrespect him.

"Alright, that's done. How many losses, Shandy?", King Tormund asked his First-Mate, who was also attending the gathering of the leaders.

They were: King Tormund Toreau, Duke Vladir Draluc, Lord Lucius Farr, Lord Mandaloon Bathou, Quartermaster Jacques Chandagnac (a.k.a. Shandy), Knight-Captain Donel Vici, Dulàn, and the Captains of Farrun's fleet.

The Captains were: Wym Bathou, son of Lord Mandaloon and Captain of the Haven's Pride; Hurley Harriseux, Captain of the Ghost Serpent, which was the damaged ship; Kali'kar, the large redguard Captain of the Hammer of the Desert; Lokregar, son of Loktar and Captain of the Sunken Fortress; Azeth Water-Strider, Captain of the Wooden King.

"Well, my liege, we counted 10 deads and 3 injured. Most of them crewed either the Haven's Pride or the Ghost Serpent.", Chandagnac replied.

"And the Ghost Serpent, Captain Hurley? How is she?", Tormund turned to the one-eyed breton.

"Seen better days, m'lord. But sh'is a strong one, aye sh'is! Me crew needs a day o'two to bring'er back to the high seas.", his accent was like music to Tormund's ears, he remembered the good old King of the days he passed aboard a Pirate's Ship plundering and drinking.

"And a day you shall have, Hurley.", the giant man smiled, turning to the Knight-Captain of his forces, "What about the Seaborn, Vici?"

"They barely saw a fight, my King. Unharmed and unbloodied in this particular battle...a good thing, I guess.", Donel Vici replied, looking apprehensive and worried. The man was usually the depressive one in the discussions.

"Perhaps...", Tormund said, "Well, now that we've succesfully captured the city and sent more mouths to feed over to the Capital, our plan goes unchanged. Soon enough some of the Forces of the Capital will arrive, leaving less men to protect those traitorous bastards. Vladir, Dulàn, I want one of your Prowlers to track down the incoming forces and to warn us when they get near enough so we can put the next phase into action."

Duke Draluc, looking like a breathing statue, nodded and indicated the exit to Dulàn, so the Leader of the Prowlers could give the order. Sooner rather than later, 2 Prowlers were sent to scout.