Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-7262318-20180711160741

Brolok and his ship were at the front of the pack. While the smaller longboats would zip around and hopefully sink the vessels, The Fist would tank most of the incoming damage. His ship was sturdy, and could withstand a lot of damage, but he'd mostly be sitting like a duck. It would be up to Shelakh to manuever his boats around.

"Steady yourselves, men... These Imperial wretches have not encountered something as strong and unwavering as this vessel," Brolok said. "They are weak, and will fall like weaklings!"

The men cheered back and manned their stations, waiting to fire...