Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180907212727

(@Zoor: The fact that Scipio is a named character is the only reason that he's alive right now. Otherwise Shelakh would've torn his throat out in one bite. Paying attention doesn't matter when you're standing within mauling range of a bloodthursty Orc. I guess being disfigured is going to be a part of his story now. Next time he shouldn't unrestrain the angry uncooperative prisoner with a death wish.

I'm not holding any hands in this RP. You do something dumb, you're going to pay the price. Just look at what happened to Zirkan for reference.)

Sir Alain drew his katana. "Your majesty stay behind me." The Blade said.

Marcus frowned and said to Lucien. "I had higher expectations for your subordinates, Navarch."

Shelakh jumped back and spat out Scipio's cheek. ''A surprise attack like that won't work twice. ''He lifted both arms, even if one only had a stump it was still useful for bashing in skulls.

Alain raised his sword to shoulder height, using it with both hands. He didn't have time to unstrap the shield on his back. "Navarch Vici, get your man back, I'll deal with the Orc."

Shelakh grinned, his teeth stained with Scipio's blood.

"Don't kill him." Marcus ordered. "We still need the information he has on the Daggerhearts."

Alain nodded and slowly approached the loose, bloodthursty and suicidal Orc Captain.

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Outside the cell, Moria turned to the jailor. "Get the keys!."

The jailor nodded and went towards the cell door with the keyring.

She trusted in her superior's, Sir Alain's, skill, but it was also her duty to protect the Crown Prince. She wasn't going to stand by and leave him in harm's way.

Aevar grunted with surprise. "Quite the large crew you have then. Larger than mine."

If Roderon counted he'd see that there were only around a hundred pirates in the Iron Bloods' longhouse.

"So you want to use our spare beds for your other men. Well you're in luck. My second ship is currently out on a raid, the west wing of my longhouse is vacant for the week." Aevar revealed. He took his feet off the table and leaned forward towards Roderon, smiling. "How much is it worth to you?"

"They might have lookouts posted, so we should expect a fight as soon as we make it to shore." Quintus pointed out.

Dourstone didn't have any docks so they would need to anchor their ships off the coast and head in on rowboats.

Despite their best efforts to sneak across the bridge, the Brinehammer pirates were completely exposed under the bright sky. However, there didn't appear to be any guards at the Telvanni Scholar's camp to spot them this time.

Just as they were reaching the entrance of the ruins, the doors opened up and out walked a Telvanni Guardsman. The guard walked towards the camp.

"Shit." Lhotun muttered and ordered the group to scatter and try to hide. Lhotun, Deros and Juunei quickly moved behind cover and ducked before the guard could spot them....

The three Argonians, though, were easily seen by the Dunmer guard.

The guardsman turned towards then and drew his weapon. "Argonians...what are you doing here?"

The three Argonian pirates raised their hands. "We don't mean any trouble." one of them said.

Lhotun looked over at Deros and Juunei. None of them were close enough to attack the guard before he could call for help. ''Damn it, if we jump out of cover he'll call for help before we're able to take him down. No telling how many more guards are inside. Things could turn ugly quickly...fuck, if Shav was here he could use his magic. I should've thought about that before we left. ''Coming up with a plan, he faced the three Argonians and mouthed for them to somehow get the guard to come closer.

One of them seemed to understand what he meant to say as he spoke up. "We're sailors, our ship crashed not far from here and we were the only survivors. We're in need of help, we don't know the area well. Could you tell us where the closest port is?"