Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180422191229

"Are you daft?" The Redguard asked rhetorically.

"He must not be from around here." Another of the bandits suggested.

"Must be." The Redguard agreed. "This is Bloody Fist territory, so of course we work for the Boss." he replied to the First Mate.

The barkeep took the coin. "Those men sure are popular. First the Imperials are asking about them, now you. Well I'll tell you what I told them: they're headed to the Ogre Tooth Mountains southwest of here. Lookins for Jarrin Root they were."

The gun deck's stern was caught in flames from the explosion, but the War Master was a large ship so it even with a few ballistae out of commission it had an impressive arsenal.

Raj cursed when their shots missed. "The bastards are quick, but that won't save them forever. Load up the catapults!" He ordered.

The crew on the deck hurried to position and loaded up barrels onto two catapults.

On the gun deck, some men were running to put out the fire in the stern while the men on the stem were reloading new bolts.

Captain Raj looked through his spyglass again and this time got a clear view of the enemy ship. "So, they aren't Navy after all. I know that flag, that's the Old Stag's ship." He laughed. "Basil, you must be turning in your grave right now. You're dead and I'm here battling it out with the famous Stag."

The Trierarch led the two men to the Crown Prince's cabin, where he was speaking with a member of the Blades.

"This is everything I found on them, your highness." Alain set down some papers.

Caius looked them over. "Old reports on them. This is good. So, their captain is one Shelakh gro-Betnikh. Their ship is an Orc longship named the Stonetooth. The Katariah will make quick work of it when we catch them."