Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170723222838

Gunnar shrieked fiercely, leaping a foot into the air, and whirling to face Fordola. He backed up cupping the assaulting burn with his free hand.

His wild eyes locked onto her, and they seemed to burn with intensity as he realized the implications of her escape.

"No, no, no." The captain growled. "This isn't good for Gunnar.  And what's not good for Gunnar... that's not good for anyone." He swung his sword across his body in a strike that traveled from head to toe, sending a disc of energy at Fordola.

Phantom and Arctus exited onto deck, one invisible, the other not. Before Arctus could get far, he heard the crack of a whip, and pain shot up and down his back.

Standing above him, at the helm, was the foreman.

"Got more of them here, boys!" The foreman shouted. "Give 'em you're all."

Taeris led the others to retrieve their equipment. The blademaster slipped back into his trousers and studded leather cuirass, and buckled back on his swords.

Meilir retrieved his saddlebag and dagger.