Phenixica
24-10-2008, 01:19
As a Dromon moves with the wind in its sails, smoke rises in the background as the Port City of Angersmith wakes up to the sapphire sky. The Furnaces that construct the weapons and other important products of the Kingdom start to give off smoke and pollution.
Longboats set sail for there morning patrols with Elf Archers and Human Bombard Teams take there places on the main central guard tower to start there day keeping Pirates/Raiders at bay.
The Lord of the city wakes up to a breakfast of Eggs, Bake beans and Spam.
All seemed well in this trading capital of the Kingdom, but something was deeply wrong as the night time patrol that set sail had not arrived yet…6 Longboats and 2 Dromons cannot just fade away without somebody to blame as the Fleet was weak as it is.
In a building labeled ‘Kings Sea trading’ an Elf was smacked to the ground when he delivered the news to the representative of the local Lord.
“Now tell me again, what do we know about the ships that went missing?” his eyes were filled with rage, more because this could affect his paycheck and hopefully that never happens.
“All we know is the ships were last sighted heading towards the western canal that leads to the larger sea. They were escorting a shipment of raw Iron to the Western Lands sire”
“Your lucky I don’t take your head for this pale-skin”
The elf looked up at the Merchant, he had no responsibility for the ships but was simply the messenger. (Always a scapegoat had to be found with these people) he thought.
The Elf stands up and gives a quick bow before he walks out, there had been sightings of a weird creature to the west of the Black Sea but never did the guard take it seriously enough to report it to WildPass.
As the Elf enters the centre tower after a quick boat trip he meets with his superior who takes immediate notice of his bruise.
“Tell him there is nothing we can do about it until we get orders from Lord Harold to investigate, if he strikes you again tell him how hard it will be to try next time with a arrow through his head”
“Yes Sir Monran” and then the young elf rushed out
This was Almerius Monran, he was appointed by the Elf Lord of WildPass to take charge of the local Archer garrison of 500 men. His shoulder length straight brown hair, Leather armor and blue cloak was a dead giveaway to his part in the army.
Almerius was from the new generation of elves in Vetia, he was a Human in all but race. He smokes and drinks, he is a womanizer and yet he is the best Archer the army had to offer.
But he was in the end a good person; he has never accepted a bribe or taken a life in vain which is more that he can say for certain ‘other officials’
Now his worries was on the sea he looked out on, if a monster was lurking under the ripples in the Sea then he knew he would have to hunt it down and kill it.
Longboats set sail for there morning patrols with Elf Archers and Human Bombard Teams take there places on the main central guard tower to start there day keeping Pirates/Raiders at bay.
The Lord of the city wakes up to a breakfast of Eggs, Bake beans and Spam.
All seemed well in this trading capital of the Kingdom, but something was deeply wrong as the night time patrol that set sail had not arrived yet…6 Longboats and 2 Dromons cannot just fade away without somebody to blame as the Fleet was weak as it is.
In a building labeled ‘Kings Sea trading’ an Elf was smacked to the ground when he delivered the news to the representative of the local Lord.
“Now tell me again, what do we know about the ships that went missing?” his eyes were filled with rage, more because this could affect his paycheck and hopefully that never happens.
“All we know is the ships were last sighted heading towards the western canal that leads to the larger sea. They were escorting a shipment of raw Iron to the Western Lands sire”
“Your lucky I don’t take your head for this pale-skin”
The elf looked up at the Merchant, he had no responsibility for the ships but was simply the messenger. (Always a scapegoat had to be found with these people) he thought.
The Elf stands up and gives a quick bow before he walks out, there had been sightings of a weird creature to the west of the Black Sea but never did the guard take it seriously enough to report it to WildPass.
As the Elf enters the centre tower after a quick boat trip he meets with his superior who takes immediate notice of his bruise.
“Tell him there is nothing we can do about it until we get orders from Lord Harold to investigate, if he strikes you again tell him how hard it will be to try next time with a arrow through his head”
“Yes Sir Monran” and then the young elf rushed out
This was Almerius Monran, he was appointed by the Elf Lord of WildPass to take charge of the local Archer garrison of 500 men. His shoulder length straight brown hair, Leather armor and blue cloak was a dead giveaway to his part in the army.
Almerius was from the new generation of elves in Vetia, he was a Human in all but race. He smokes and drinks, he is a womanizer and yet he is the best Archer the army had to offer.
But he was in the end a good person; he has never accepted a bribe or taken a life in vain which is more that he can say for certain ‘other officials’
Now his worries was on the sea he looked out on, if a monster was lurking under the ripples in the Sea then he knew he would have to hunt it down and kill it.