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(Plus you forget that Dwemer Centurions are quite slow. It will take Yagrenac a few minutes to close the gap, he started at like 300 meters from the gates.

PS.: I'm going to need you to start giving some numbers to these pirate troops. How many archers, how many mages, etc. Otherwise it is hard for me to keep track of the battle.)

Seeing as their arrows did little against the lumbering black thing, the western archers charged their focus back onto the pirates. They loaded another volley and let loose the arrows at the enemy formation. Two thirds of the arrows found a mark, but they were unable to kill any pirates, just causing them with mild to serious injuries.

By chance, a Redguard archer happened to glance at Naerion when he was using his hypnosis and fell under his control.

--

Saryat entered the tower and yelled. "Prepare the ballista!" He ran up the stairs as he yelled the order over and over. When he reached the top of the tower a few moments later, the soldiers had loaded it already.

"What's our target?" The siege team asked.

"Fire on that black monstrosity!" The Sergeant gestured to Yagrenac, who was around 80 meters from the wall at this time.

The siege team nodded and turned the ballista, aiming it at the animunculi. When they lined up their shot, they fired.

The bolt flew at Yagrenac's right leg and hit it, though the bolt glanced off the armor, leaving only a large dent on the plating.

Saryat cursed. "Reload and fire again!"

--

At the southern wall, the 30 archers readied a volley and fired on the smaller force of pirates. However, unlike the western archers, they didn't have fires to help guide their arm so most of their rounds missed their mark.

The head archer cursed and ordered a third of his men to launch flaming arrows out towards the enemy so that they could get a better look at them.

The First Mate turned to Vhor. He kept his angry look, but he seemed a bit more cooperative towards the Redguard than his fellow navymen. "So, you're try to clean up your mess."

"Chairman Talsgar claimed that only you and your crew managed to get a good look at the thieves." Quintus added to Vhor's comment.

"Aye, we did, right before your captain there ordered your ship to fire on us and let those bastards get away." The First mate grunted angrily. When it felt like he wasn't going to say anything else, he added. "They were pirates alright, but since they were on our ships we couldn't exactly identify them by jolly roger. We did, however, see a few tattoos and bandanas on them when we managed to get close."

"What did they look like?" Quintus asked.

"Most were your generic pirate scribbles, but one symbol seemed to show up along on their arms and clothing. A crowned skull and cross-bones." The First Mate replied.

"A crowned skull with crossed-bones..." Quintus repeated. ''That sounds familiar....but I can't quite place it. ''He narrowed his brow as he tried to remember.

With the help of Officer Evangeline and her guards, Old Jarnus and the Imperials were able to escort the Orc prisoners to the Whitefort without being linched by the civilians.

"I'll lead you to the dungeons, we've already prepared a few cells for your prisoners at the request of Prince Marcus." Evangeline told Jarnus and gestured for the Imperials to follow her through the castle courtyard.

--

Lord Gaston was treating his son's saviors to a small feast inside the castle.

Marcus, however, wasn't too enthused about the event. He leaned over on the table towards Navarch Lucien. "After this feast is over, I want you to bring your chief interrogator to the dungeons. We will carve the truth out of Shelakh even if it kills him." He said softly.