Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180907163156

Captain Aevar leaned back on his chair and drank from his mug, seemingly not interested in Roderon and his request. After a swig, he said. "Why come to me? This isn't a hostel. If you're looking for accomodations then head to Lavinia's place."

After a few days of sailing, the Lord Leonce and the Forward circled around the Glenumbra peninsula and followed the coast towards Dourstone Isle.

The island was quite small, five times smaller than the island of Betony. It was also uninhabited and home to an old ruin from the 1st Era called the Dourstone Vault.

"If they are here, they will be in the Vault." Quintus stated to Evalana and Vhor.

(The 20 pirates to the south are warriors, they can't use spells.)

Saryat was taken aback by the archer suddenly drawing his bow and aiming at him, but the Sergeant quickly composed himself. He grabbed the shield from his back and used it to block the mind-controlled archer's arrow from hitting him.

Realizing that one of the pirates must have cast some sort of spell on the archer, Saryat drew his scimitar and charged at the archer.

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It wasn't possible for the Centurion to raze the tower, its arm-mounted ballista wasn't strong enough to destroy the sandstone structure.

Nonetheless, Yagrenac managed to land another hit on the ballista and this time it dealt a direct blow to the loading mechanism, effectively crippling it for good. There was no way to fix it without a replacement part and even then it would take hours to fix.

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The Bonemask archers weren't able to hit anything flammable in the fort's courtyard, as they were shooting blindly into the fort. Their arrows hit dirt, sand and sandstone and their flames died out quickly.

The Redguard archers reloaded their bows and got ready for another large volley at the pirates.

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The southern archers let loose a volley at the incoming pirates, but they failed to kill any of them as their arrows either missed of only landed minor injuries on the pirates.

The head archer cursed and ordered his men to prepare another volley.

Meanwhile, Mirisa yelled up at the sourthern gatehouse. "Open the southern gate!"

The cavalry were mounted up and ready to sully out.

The men at the gatehouse began to open the gates.

Teimel grunted, then pointed up at the mast. "If we're heading to a pirate haven, we're going to need a new flag. If we sail there with this we'll get sunk for sure."

After Scipio undid his retraints, Shelakh sat there for a moment with confusion on his face. Then he suddenly started to laugh.

Sir Alain reached for his katana and stepped in front of the Prince.

After his quick laugh, Shelakh said. "I thank you for this gift. I take back what I said, you are no coward...only a fool."

Scipio truly didn't understand Orcish culture in the slightest. He confused his human perception of honor with that of the Orc and that was a huge mistake. Given the choice of dying in chains and through torture or fighting back and dying in combat...the choice was obvious for any true Orc. Scipio also made another mistake, he forgot that like Khajiiti and Argonians, the Orcs had no need for weapons to kill. They had natural features that were just as dangerous. In the Orcs' case, it was their large tusks and sharp teeth.

Shelakh looked up at Scipio, the anger and defiance in his eyes had turned into one thing...bloodlust. The Orc Captain activated his Berserker Rage and lunged at the interrogator, bitting into his face. The Orc's teeth dug into the Imperial's left cheek and tore through his flesh. The area in between his mouth, left eye and his left ear was torn off his face.

It was incredibly painful, though not life-threatning. However, never again could Scipio be described as a handsome man.