Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20170621000455/@comment-13615389-20170622203804

The periodic crows of seagulls circling above the bustling docks of Sentinel were all but drowned out by the boisterous chatter of the crowds below. The only thing that served to overpower them were the bells of ships as they docked.

His majesty and his private guard arrived at the docks just in time to see the merchant ships bring in their shipments of lumber. It was admittedly scarce around Sentinel and its general vicinity, but it would make do for his purposes. To his surprise, Chancellor Estherlain --- an elderly Breton regally dressed in a purple-black doublet and an overly grandiose ruff --- straighted his short white hair as Haytham neared, acknowledging the king with a brief bow. Captain Avik Syod followed suit, though the awkward and unrehearsed way he did so implied that it wasn't a practice he'd become accustomed to.

"At ease, gentleman," the king said with a smile and a wave of his hand, "Would I be wrong to assume Raza hasn't spoken with either of you yet?"

"You wouldn't, your highness." Avik quickly replied.

"Then allow me to do so for him." He turned to the Breton. "Chancellor, I expect you to commission the construction of various siege engines using what supplies we have to be built by the end of the month. We have 100 military engineers prepared to begin the project; I would like to see ladders, rams, ballistae, and siege towers among our new ranks."

"Of course, sir, right away." The chancellor gave yet another bow before taking off, presumably to see what arrangements the marshal could make. He already had his hands full with the 1000 men to be prepared.

"As for you, Captain, we have much to discuss." The king fell in line alongside him, the two walking down the docks towards the towering form of the crimson-sailed Phoenix before them. A man o' war, and quite possibly the fiercest sea-worthy vessel Hammerfell had ever seen. "How would you like to be made an admiral?"