Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180825215842

When the Roderon pirates were off the ship, the shipwrights began their work.

Roderon and his crew would need to find someplace to stay while their ship was being repaired at the warehouse. If they searched around the compound they would probably find suitable accommodations.

"Ah." The Chairman leaned back on his seat and stroked his mustache. "The two caravels: the Saint Marben and the Singing Moth. Both were due to depart with new trade goods yesterday, had they not been stolen that is. Now we'll need to find other ships to bring those goods to Wayrest or we'll lose the client."

He sighed and picked up a paper from his desk. "The damage has already been done, by the time we get those ships back...if we get those ships back, the contracts will have already expired and we'll lose business. If we had managed to reclaim them sooner..."

"That may be so, but we can still bring the ones responsible for this theft to justice." Quintus stated.

Talsgar put the paper down. "That and we cannot afford to buy new ships. The Saint Marben was purchased not two months ago, the Singing Moth was built last year. Whoever stole them made sure to take our two newest ships. We didn't even manage to pay off our investment on the Saint Marben yet."

The Redguards fired a wave of flaming arrows on the ground in the direction of the noise that they heard. The arrows landed about 240 meters from the battlements and created small pockets of light in the night that illuminated the savanna west of the fort.

None of the arrows hit any of the pirates, but as they marched closer the lights revealed their positions.

"There they are." Saryat muttered, seeing the vague movements and shadowy masses of the pirates in the field.

The Redguards couldn't get a clear count of the enemy, since they weren't close enough to the new lights to see clearly. They could only see various silhouettes moving in the dim lighting. They also hadn't yet spotted Yagrenac, his large silhouette just blended into the night due to his dark color.

"The enemy seems about 300-350 meters away, almost out of the range of the flaming arrows we fired. We can barely see them." The lookout said. "What are your orders, sir?"

"Tell the archers to group on the western battlements and prepare their arrows. We'll use the lights as a guide. Once the enemy steps into range of our bows I want them to fire at will." Saryat ordered.