7 Fourth Age: Eye of the Wind [MP]

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7 Fourth Age: Eye of the Wind [MP]; [ Invite ]
Topic Started: 27 Jan 2009, 05:27 PM (388 Views)
Deleted User	8 Apr 2009, 01:23 PM Post #21
Deleted User	Every second counted in this race against the Corsairs. The boat crews had stripped the enemy ship of sails and provisions within the half hour and were now back on board Lanthir. As Erchirion prepared for combat with the remaining two ships, the men who had stayed on board the ship reported progress to him. The damage was minimal and had been repaired as needed. The catapults and ballistae were armed for a fight. As soon as the ship’s white sails had been replaced with black, Erchirion gave the order to leave the inlet. It was time for the real fighting to begin. Stationed on the quarterdeck, Erchirion kept the eyeglass in one hand, but observed the enemy naturally. They were so close together. If the battle happened now, he was not sure they would win. “Signal to Corsairs,” Erchirion barked, “Enemy ship run aground. Prince hostage on board.” At the flags, Bellion was rapidly running up the message. Erchirion stood frozen with baited breath while the ship gained the wind and put distance between them and the enemy. At last, a message returned, and Bellion translated. “Proceed to Harad blockade. Leave Prince in Umbar for ransom.” Erchirion was still watching the two Corsair ships. What he saw was too good to be true. One of the ships, the smaller, was sailing into the inlet they had just left. They would want more prisoners than one prince. That ship too would run aground on the reef, but they would have the means to free themselves eventually. Now was the time. “Fire!” Erchirion bellowed. The sea battle was over quickly, as surprise attacks often were. The flag ship of the Corsairs was left burning, half beneath the water. The sailors had abandoned their stations for the boats, although Erchirion thought he saw the Corsair Captain on his quarterdeck, sinking with his ship. He turned away, fighting against any compassion and fraternity he felt. “The mouth of the Harnen is ahead,” Erchirion announced, in his loudest voice. “Boat crews prepare to disembark.” More quietly, he turned to his first officer. “Bellion, the ship is yours. If we’re not back in three days, or if you are under threat, leave us here and return to Gondor.” Down on the deck, Erchirion led the paths to the boats. Half the crew piled in behind him. All total, five boats rowed up River Harnen towards the Uraes.
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