>>6095420The remaining pirates on this ship wanted nothing to do with you. To prove the point, a few of them drop their weapons to the deck, getting on their knees and begging for mercy. You decide to grant them it for now. After all, there was another ship full of fresh challengers for you. Doubling back to the gangplank, you cross over to Alvin’s ship with the aim of relieving his men. So far, they were doing an adequate job of preventing any assailants from boarding. An admirable feat, you thought, given that they were more sailors than fighters. You step behind one such man, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder and pulling him from the fray.
“They’re fallin’ back boys!” A pirate on the gangplank yells. “Full speed ahea-”
The man never finishes his battle cry as he crumples from a single strike of your axe. Two more of his fellows follow, before the rest get the hint that the only thing they’ll be crossing is over to the afterlife.
>30xp gained! Level up! (0/100)>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 22/50 Lord (EXP: 0/100)HP: 46 (120%) + 2 = 48
Strength: 23 (65%) + 1 = 24
Magic: 15 (40%) + 1 = 16
Speed: 12 (30%) + 1 = 13
Defense: 18 (60%)
Resistance: 11 (40%)
Luck: 11 (55%) + 11 = 12
“O-oy! What the hell’s with this ship?! It’s full of freaks!” You hear a pirate scream from the enemy vessel.
“Look! Omar and his boys are leavin!” Another yells, pointing a finger behind you. You turn around and sure enough, the large Almyran ship has detached their gangplanks. It must have been those men you left alive. You didn’t blame them. Between you and Adeline, not a single one of them made it onboard. It would have been nice to have commandeered their ship for your own use, but alas, you’d have to be content with the plunder you already took.
You look towards the other gangplank that the weird looking girl had been holding. Up close, you could see what had kept the pirates away. Small metal studs covered the length of the wood, threatening pain and a possible trip overboard for any light-footed pirates who tried making their way across. Were those caltrops? Just what was she doing with those?
Stuck on their own ship, and with their allies retreating, the pirates seemed to be in a stupor as to their next move. Their indecisiveness lasts long enough for Alvin and his men to return above deck.
“They’re retreating?” Alvin exclaims, wide-eyed. “Just what did I miss…? No matter. I’ll take things from here. Allow me to show you fools the folly of attacking a Morfisian ship!”
Alvin begins muttering under his breath, and a cold wind suddenly blows through the air. As someone attuned to sorcery, you’re able to sense the great power welling up within the ship captain, who suddenly appears more than he’d at first seemed. His chanting reaches its crescendo, and with a great cry of ‘Fimbulvetr’, you witness his work in action.
