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I am back with another daring story of the high seas.
Today I write to tell you of a horrible adventure, gone terribly
wrong, yet saved at the last minute by daring adventurers. Today
once again the Knights Templar have taken to the high seas of
Medievia, new shippers learning to captain their own boats, and
many of the new clan members along for the ride. S nagging meat
from the high seas is no easy task anymore. If you ask Aisean he
will tell you of grand adventures, killing serpents, saving
sinking ships, and snagging serpent meat for the citizens of
Medievia to eat. This delicacy coveted by the gods themselves.
On this particular day, two of the captains from the clan
decided to take out their boats, to cause great tragedy and near
drowning of many of the new clan members. On this fretful day,
myself, Templin Lonewolf decided to go to
hunting serpents on the ship Insolence, an old boat, that
dances on the water, spinning circles around the slow
serpents and pounding volley after volley of costly
dartflinger rounds at the monsters of the deep. In the never
ending quest for fae, that illusive element of magic, used
for so many things in the world, this boat had held its own
against most all serpents. The second boat, The Madness, a
new boat, and captained by the Baroness Lyl, a new captain,
did not fair so well, having chummed and killed several
serpents, this wonderful adventure turned to tragedy very
quickly.
"Oh no, I got rammed, I'm hurt bad, come to madness if you
can and repair, I lost my Larboard guns" Lyl says over clan
channel. Soon to be followed by several member including
Aisean, Flaime, and Pode piping up with "On my way",
"Coming", and the never changing "Be right there". Soon, the
crippled ship is surrounded by a hazy blue aura of the spell
Mermaids Blessing, and the dragons start landing. Pode,
being the experienced captain that he is, soon took command
of the crippled ship, sending the deckhands scrambling to
repair, pump, and man what few guns are not mangled. While I
myself, hearing of the damage, set a course that circled the
damaged ship, keeping several serpents at bay. Very soon,
with the help from the clan, and the newly hired deckhands the
crippled ship is back in action. Chumming resumes, and the
killing begins, however in all of confusion, both ships have
somehow drifted into the deeper, dangerous waters of
Medievia. And the next serpents to rise, are humongous,
gigantic, and of course Violets, Captain Lyle's worst
nightmare, and dreaded nemesis, having sunk more then one of
her boats in the past.
Soon off in the distance, another boat is seen on the
horizon, this one captained by Palladian, The Shadow Of
Power joins the fight. What follows is a nightmare for the
three boats, all being loaded down with dartflingers and in
no way equipped to deal with this size of serpents. Round
after round of magic missiles fly at these great beasts,
slowly pounding their great lives lower and lower, closer to
sinking into the depths as so much more meat for Aisean to
snag. However in the midst of this epic battle, the Shadow
Of Power gets rammed, damaged heavily.
Limping its way to the docks, the deckhands yelling calls
of warning "Firemoths, Firemoths, we have Firemoths on
board, they are eating the rigging." The cowering deckhands
hide below decks, trying to avoid these fearsome beasts.
Once again a call goes over the clan channel of The Knights
Templar, this time myself, saying "Oh god, I'm out of ammo,
Bella has Firemoths, I'm heading for docks, I might have
enough to get there. Can you guys help her out on Shadow of
Power". And yet again the greatest crew any captain could
ask for, springs into action. Several flying over from both
of our boats to help save this great ally of ours. With
Several of these humongous serpents dying at the very docks
of the port of Sea's End. Insolence, out of ammo, and
fighting a terrible headwind, makes the docks. Soon to be
followed by the damaged Shadow Of Power, infested with
Firemoths. And last to come in, a watery death narrowly
avoided comes Lyl with her boat, The Madness.
The moral of this story being that no matter how things
start out, Medievia has surprises for us all, waiting around
every corner, every wave in the ocean. But by banding
together, there is no limit to what a clan, a form, or a
group of adventurers, can do. Horrible drowning, sunken
boats and a visit to Davy Jones's locker was avoided with
the help of not only friends, clan members, but also total
strangers. My clan thanks you Belladain, for your help and
support, it truly was a grand adventure.
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