Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170723012651

Meilir stared blankly at Edwin's corpse, unsure what to make of this. He wasn't supposed to die. In the stories, the heroes never died.

The ship rocked, a battle raging above.

Sailors ducked and screamed as Bagarok flailed around, tearing off pieces of the ship at the opposite ends of the harpoons, and tossing them about as projectiles.

One sailor was dumb enough to grab hold of his winch and try to keep it held down only to get yanked along with it, and then tossed out over the sea in an arc. He landed with a splash and didn't resurface.

"Just put the axe down, Ollie." The sailor said to the boy, just before he was cleanly decapitated by a piece of flying debris at the end of harpoon line. His body toppled to the ground, sword tumbling from his hand

"Get that thing tied down." The foreman cried. "All at once!  Everyone!"

The air was cut shrilly as another volley of harpoons released, one by one, they droven into Bagarok like spikes. Three down his back, two across his chest, one in each shoulder, another two in his knees, and three more dotted around his body. The ropes went taut fast, a coordinated effort, and began to tighten. Bagarok could feel himself stretching in every direction, as the ropes pulled him off balance and seemed to immobolize him all at once.

"The bolt." The words came from Taeris mouth, barely more than a whisper. He nodded discretely to Edwin's body. "Get the bolt."