Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180722003308

(@Rifle: The Baron wasn't there on the galleon.)

By the time Zirkan had made it to the outside of the keep, it was a bit past 2 o'clock. The sun had started to go down towards the west and because of this it was blasting full at Zirkan's back. The Dunmer couldn't just meld into the shadows from where he was. There was very little in terms of shadows in the that part of the courtyard, save for small ones those caused by the soldiers, horses and equipment. There were shadows caused by the western wall, closer to it and away from the keep.

As Nelthro headed to the central district of the Imperial capital, he was stopped by Legionnaires. They blocked his path.

Ever since the pirate raid that had occurred in the city three years ago, the Legion presence in the city had more than doubled. Legion guards were posted around the clock in Green Emperor Way, no one entered that district unannouced.

"State your name and purpose for going into Green Emperor Way." One of the Legionnaires demanded of the old man.

The Blood Horkers led Roderon into their ship, to a room near their captain's quarters.

They bound him with rope and tied him to a wooden beam at one end of the room.

"Make yourself at home." The large Nord captain said. "We'll fetch you when we arrive at the Commander's compound."

"I see." Baragon calmed down a bit. He sighed. "Why did you attack a ship bearing my family's banner?"

The Emperor's Crown's first volley hit both remaining longships, damaging the two ships with solid hits. However, both ships were still afloat and the Orcs continued to try to escape to them from the Breton vessel.

The Crown's second volley was unable to hit Malacath's Fist as they had moved. That ship wasn't in a clear line of sight of them anymore. They could see it, due to its size, but their artilley's tragectory was obstructed by the Virene.

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"Sir, should we engage?" One of the Orcs asked.

A younger Orc, though still as battle-scarred as all the others on the longship, replied. "No. The battle is lost, the Captain is lost."

"Chief Ramolg, are you sure?" The Orc asked.

Young Ramolg nodded. "Turn the ships around, we're getting out of here."

The three longships that hadn't engaged the battle turned tail and began to escape, seeing that most of their fleet was already destroyed and even the Fist was trying to escape.