Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180803124454

Zirkan was able to jump across the deck, despite the severe injury on his left leg. The attempt, however, caused him great pain.

The two Officers tried to intercept the assassin as he jumped, but were unable to catch him in the short time.

Zirkan successfully hit Abdul with the spell, leaving the captain paralyzed for the next few seconds. However, as Zirkan was reaching the Redguard leader, he was already falling to the ground. His one-legged jump hadn't been strong enough to propel him properly. So his sword ended up slashing the captain's right leg.

The cut that it left was quite deep, cutting through armor, skin and muscle. No doubt Abdul would fall over once the paralysis ran out.

The second officer, relentless in his pursuit of the assassin, lunged at Zirkan after he fell. He swung his sword down on the Dunmer. His swing connected, though in his haste he ended up hitting the already injured leg of Zirkan. He left a serious wound on the Dunmer's left thigh, causing him to bleed more profusely and making it impossible for the Dunmer to use the leg due to the severity of its injuries.

(This is turning into a contest to see who messes up the other person's leg more. xD)

Once the ropes were tied and the Forward secured to the deck, the sailors put down the plank.

Quintus walked down first and was met with Breton guards. They wore chainmail armor, with white and turquoise surcoats bearing the swann sigil of Tulune on the middle of the chest. One among them had a hood on his shoulders, which distinguised him as a more experienced guardsman.

The guard with the hood spoke up. He held a small logbook in his hand. "What is your point of origin and reason for docking?"

As Second Mate, Quintus replied in Evalana and Vhor's stead. "Daggerfall, we're here to speak to the Baron."

The hooded guardsman wrote down what he said in his logbook. "We'll need to inspect the ship, it's protocol."

Quintus turned to Evalana. The Centurion was the only one with authority to allow the guards to come onboard.

Freydis leaned back on her throne, looking a bit disappointed. "Your bravery has a fine limit then." Having heard that Roderon tried to fight off three of her ships, she was expecting Roderon to resist somewhat when pressed. "At least you're smart, resisting now would've cost you greatly."

Bjord loosed his grip on Roderon, seeing as the Breton wasn't resisting.

"You'll deliver a portion of all profit here, to my compound, every month. I'm nothing but lenient, so I'll only take half of your gold." Freydis stated.

Marcus nodded, dismissing Lucien.

When the Navarch was gone, he headed up to the deck to speak to King Cassander. He saw Damo and Cassander on the main deck looking over at the Virene, which was being boarded by Imperial sailors to sail her to Betony.

"Cassander." Marcus called out to him as he approached. Both Blades were still accompanying the prince.

Lhotun, unable to find the Khajiit again, returned to the rowboat. By the time he arrived, Deros was already there.

When Shav saw him approaching he asked. "Did you find the Khajiit?"

"Aye, I did. She was searching for information on another pirate crew." Lhotun replied. "I lost her after that."

"Another crew?" Deros questioned. "Do you think she deserted us?"

"What crew was it?" Shav asked. "Did you hear?"

Lhotun nodded. "The Iceborn Pirates."

Shav frowned. "Wulfgarth's crew." The Dunmer knew of them. "We've had encounters with them in the past, your father and I. Wulfgarth is a ruthless pirate, leaving no survivors on the ships he raids. He even earned himself the nickname, the Impailer."

"If the Khajiit is looking to join up with them, then it may be best that we just forget about her. We don't want that kind of person on our crew." Deros suggested. Having someone so ruthless on a crew was trouble, he knew from experience from his Reaver days.

Shav nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's get back to the ship. We need to unload the sold goods so we can get our gold."