Private [SON] Seas of Nirn

[Uther Pundragon]

Ra'Sahkar-Dar paced about the deck of the ship, giving orders to several of the Khajiit that hurriedly went about their duties. He had not gone with his friend the captain, because quiet frankly, he didn't like Skyrim. It wasn't only that. There wasn't anything he had to procure for the ship here and they didn't really have time to go shopping for supplies. He was sure the East Trading Company would be on to them soon enough and it was best they left as quickly as possible.

Not to mention that galley ship that sailed up and docked not too long ago. He sent one of the Khajiit off to find the captain and report it to him a few minutes ago. How long did it take to hire a few drunken men to man the sails anyway? In any case he was preparing, ordering the Khajiit under his command to ready for battle should the need arise. If a fight was to be had it would not be pretty and though he did not doubt his Khajiit or the ship's abilities... well, they were at a disadvantage here. Best to get everyone back aboard as soon as possible and ship off as quickly and quietly as they could.

He wasn't worried, of course. Not for Crows' or his own safety. They have made it out of plenty of tough situations before. He just didn't like losing coin. It cost money to replace sailors. To fix hulls and repair sails. To resupply the ship. Coin that took time to replenish. Time that they couldn't afford to lose right now. Where was Crow at? He was getting hot and a bit cranky having to stand here on deck. Maybe he should have went with him but then again, he knew they didn't let or like Khajiit entering the towns. He could have got in, of course, but that would have cost yet more coin to be spent. Sahkar sighed as he began to shout more orders. Hopefully Crow and whoever he managed to hire would arrive soon.

 

[ChiefScalyNipples]

Jeroo-Shei followed Black-Crow to the ship, it was a cold night time, always the greatest time for his kind, Vampires. When they got to the ship, Jeroo-Shei was really impressed by it when he feasted his eyes upon it. He had seen many things, being alive for more than one Era, and many ships as well, but none that he had seen had compared to the quality of this ship. He didn't spout out his opinion, though, he just waited to board the ship like everyone else.

He heard Black-Crow say something about attack, this is where his adrenaline kicked in, he loved to slaughter foes, especially when he had a new weapon. He turned his head from underneath his hood and saw a Khajiit yelling out orders to other Khajiit pirates on the ship, he wondered jokingly in his head, "What's with all the cats? Is this ship going to a yarn festival or something?" but then shrugged and moved along. Jeroo-Shei never had a problem with Khajiits though, one saved his life actually, he was just wondering why there were so many of them aboard the vessel. Nevertheless, he walked aboard the ship and unsheathed his Katar, hoping it would mainly be face to face combat. If not, he would use his crossbow.

 

[Star Gazer]

“Well you all heard the cat, come aboard and prepare for combat. We attack as soon as we can cast off.” The captain said as they approached the docks. Seven saw many puny boats around the wooden platform, but one caught his eye. It was the ship from his dreams! He looked to Black-Crow. All he wanted was his cutlass and try-corn hat, and his dream would be a reality. Was is really possible? Seven was among the first to board the ship, putting on his best pirate look. If you're going to be going into battle, you'll need a better weapon! "Good idea, Simon." Seven looked around the ship but couldn't find anything that suited him. There was a table with weapons, and beside the table were a dozen burlap sacks. He grabbed a medium-size bag and headed to the deck. He swung the sack at his sides a few times before finding the cannon-balls. He grabbed the biggest one he could find and shoved it into the sack. There were dummies in the weapon room, so he headed down there to practice with it. He swung once at the dummy and lost his balance, due to the weight of the weapon. He swung again, and it took the dummy's head off. He smiled to himself as he went atop, with his new-found weapon slung over his shoulder.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Caleb had just joined on a whim, and already he had found himself in the hectic panic of combat. The ship was beautiful, the Guilty Pleasures it was called, a fitting name for a pirate crew. It was the kind of ship that came to mind when somebody mentioned the term pirate, and for a moment, Caleb contemplated the fact that he may spend many years on this very vessel.

“Well you all heard the cat, come aboard and prepare for combat. We attack as soon as we can cast off.” Crow suddenly said, snapping Caleb back to reality as the new crew bounded up the wooden planks and on to the deck. Caleb had never been on a ship of this size before, and it was a completely new experience for him, the aroma of saltwater and wood, standing in the shadows of the topmasts which seemed to tower above him, the horizon which seemed to span onto infinity, he could get use to this.

"Captain, forget to mention this earlier but I gotta' sharp eye. Perhaps I could climb up there and see what's going on?" He said, gesturing to the foremast behind him. Caleb's words were sincere, he had very good vision and, as well as being able to get the job done, would enjoy being perched up there.

 

[Melee]

Before Veloca could get another word out, she felt her arm being pulled on once again by Azulla, this time as the Captain (Crow, his name was) led everyone out of the inn and down toward the docks. Her friend's grip on her arm felt almost as if a steel shackle were clamped around it instead of one of her hands, and she had to wrestle slightly to get her arm free. Azulla seemed to be in her own world as they made their way to the docks, and Veloca just smiled slightly as she shoved her thumbs into the belt around her hips. This wasn't unusual for her friend.

As they came upon the ship, Veloca's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her eyes traveled up the main mast of the ship, fittingly coined the Guilty Pleasures. To her, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, save the ocean they would soon be traveling on.

She stood motionless as Crow shouted orders around her, staring up at the masts billowing in the breeze, the salt from the water so noticeable she could already taste it on her lips. Veloca inhaled deeply, the clean, crisp air filling her lungs and putting a smile on her face as she slowly walked over to the shrouds. She put a leg up onto the side of the ship and pulled herself up onto the thick netting, grasping the coarse rope tightly in her hands.

A short burst of laughter escaped Veloca's mouth, and she looked almost surprised when it happened. She was usually not someone who displayed much emotions, especially when it came to being happy. This was a new feeling for her, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Looking down at the rest of the ship and crew, Veloca decided she would wait for the captain to shout out more orders. She was, afterall, part of the newest batch of crew members, and she still had no idea what things were expected to happen on a ship. She had, however, heard someone mentioning combat, something she was always prepared for. She gently put a hand on one of the daggers in her belt, making sure they were still securely fastened and ready for use, should the need arise.

Looking up at the mast as she continued hanging onto the shrouds, Veloca couldn't help but think that she would have no problem enjoying this new life she was about to lead.

 

[solace84]

Everyone was too busy admiring the Guilty Pleasures to take heed of Dalious' clothes. He had accidentally grabbed a woman's dress, and put it on backwards and upside down in his confusion. The small cloth only covered his under-bearings, and he also had to hold it in place just in case. Luckily, the crew was already busy with taking off and another ship nearby, so he just eased in. He walked upon the ship and looked around, also marveling at the sight. His eyes turned right to find them staring at the khajiit from the tavern in Solitude, the cat squinted his eyes at the Imperial, sighed, then turned around toward his duties.
"I was in a hurry," Dalious said, embarrassed.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Savile was chugging a bottle of mead when Crow started leading the group away from the inn. Savile drunkenly followed them to their ship, The Guilty Pleasures. He heard something about an attack then he tried his best to climb on board. He was drunk and found it a bit hard to make it up. He was swaying from side to side, making slow progress. After a few minutes he made the climb and pulled himself on board. He stood up but couldn't see straight. He sat down onto the ground as they prepared to cast off.

 

[Duon]

Crow turned to see the female nord; Azulla standing in front of him rocking on the balls of her feet, hands together behind her back. “Yeah Captain Crow” "um sorry where would you like us to take position on the ship?” she said twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. He couldn’t help but take the sight of her in before speaking. “Take position on the deck; once we come along side we’ll go aboard.” He smiled about to continue on before being interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the ship.

In the distance he could see a man in full run wearing what looked to be a flowery day dress, as he stood their bewildered watching the man streak down the hill another voice reached his ears. "Captain, forget to mention this earlier but I gotta' sharp eye. Perhaps I could climb up there and see what's going on?" “Aye you might just want to do that seems there’s are all types out tonight,” he laughed as the man came to a halt at the foot of the gangplank out of breath. "I was in a hurry," said the man he now recognized from the Inn.

“Indeed! Come aboard, we were just preparing to get underway” he laughed “While I must say you’re new outfit is rather pretty. It’s not much suited for life as sea; unless you’re planning on whoring…” he laughed even harder “I’ll see what we have lying around; Sahkar! this man needs equipment, badly.” He snorted pulling in the gangplank.

“Cast us off!” He barked to the Khajiit who began untying ropes and opening the sails which quickly caught the cold nights breeze, slowly drifting the ship silently across the harbor toward its prey.

 

[solace84]

Sahkar led Dalious below deck, where there were various types of clothing and armor, as well as weaponry hung from walls and within chests. Dalious put on some leather boots and pants, as well as gauntlets. He found a leather arm brace that wrapped around his entire right arm and strapped across his upper chest. His chest and his left arm remained bare. He then found two mid-length swords, ragged and old but sharp enough to be effective. He twirled them with both hands with ease and expertise, then sheathed one to his left side and the other behind his back.
The leather armor matched his hair color, a dark brown. It was a bit worn out, but fit him perfectly and comfortably. He tied his hair back into a pony-tail, stuck a few lockpicks within, and headed back up to the others.

 

[A.Auditore]

“Yes Captain” she turned around watching as the rest of the crew started to take their places along the deck, she stood there for a little while letting the cool air breeze through her hair, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths of the salty air, she once again felt at home, “Awh” she glanced up seeing Veloca hanging from the ratlines, she headed over towards her direction and underneath her, looking up she shouted to her “Vel Please don’t fall into the water or worse the deck, I wouldn’t want to be the only female stuck on this ship and I don't think it would be a good idea to go for a swim either” smiling up at her friend, she pulled and braided her hair back tying the end off with a piece of red cloth, she got close towards the edge of the ship leaning with her back against the railing, waiting for the action to begin.

 

[Duon]

As the Guilty Pleasures silently crept across the calm waters of Solitudes bay; the silhouettes of imperial soldiers walking the ships deck came into sight, lighted by their torches Captain Crow counted 10 men in total guarding the ships deck. While initially shocked by the presence of legionaries onboard the EETC Galley, it was a promising sign that this vessel held something of great value. From there unchanged movements, they had no clue of the approaching threat.

Raising his right hand; Crow signaled for the crew to silently prepare, sliding smoothly alongside the Galley came to a abrupt halt. The sound of creaking wood filled the air as legionaries began to to curiously stir all along the ship’s deck. Clearing both ships railing in a step; Crow landed with a light thud on the opposing ship’s deck, face to face with one of its imperial guards. ”Wha-“ the stunned man uttered as Crow drew his blade and brought it hard across the man’s temple knocking him out cold.

Turning back toward his crew with a look of excitement etched on his face he bellowed “Attack!”

 

[solace84]

“Attack!” yelled the captain, boarding the other ship.
Dalious saw the khajiit's press forward, and decided it was time to show all these cats who the 'real deal' was. He saw a rope hanging loosely by, and he decided to swing across in an arial flurry attack; a move which would certainly gain him some respect from the soft and furry folk.
"Ahhhhh!!" Dalious screamed as he got a running start. He dove and grasped the rope in mid-jump perfectly, swinging toward his destination.
The wind came with full force though, pushing his swing backwards in a quickened circle. He let go of the rope and landed back on the Guilty Pleasures, in the very spot he took off from. He looked up to see the same khajiit from earlier, the cat shook his head at the Imperial and sighed.
"You," the khajiit said, who looked almost invisible because of his black fur. "Stay here."
The khajiit leapt over to the other vessel in one lunge, pulling out his blade in the process.
"I hate that cat," Dalious said to himself, then followed in after anyway.

 

[A.Auditore]

Guilty Pleasures silently crept along the blacken night sea, the low sound of creaking wood reached Azullas ears, her eyes started searching the ship counting the members on the deck, “Attack” she looked over to see Crow jump onto the other ship, knocking a man out with the hilt of his blade and the first sad attempt from the imperial, Dalious, swinging on the rope to make it on the other ship, she shook her head and laughed at him she quickly scanned the deck of Guilty and found the biggest khajiit on the deck, she strolled over towards him “Ahem, Mind if I get a kittie-back ride from you?” she smiled, the khajiit smirked “Meooow, by all means jump on” she quickly jumped on the khajiits back “Hold on Las” she wrapped her arms and legs around the cat, sneezed as his fur tickled her nose, the khajiit laughed as he ran and jumped onto the other ship, as he landed she jumped off his back and somersaulted on the deck rolling into one of the imperial guards who turned around and stared down at her, wide eyed, she quickly flashed him her smile, jumping to her feet unsheathing her dagger and driving it into the mans neck, she shrugged at the khajiit "What is was kill or be killed"

 

[Skyrimosity]

As the captain yelled attack, Savile rushed to his feet and pulled out his sword. He tried to board the ship but he was so incredibly drunk he stepped completely to the side of it and began to fall. He was drunkenly laughing at his mistake the whole time he was falling and he was swinging his arms around wildly while laughing crazily. He miraculously grabbed on to a latch near the bottom which swung open a secret entrance. Savile managed to crawl through the entrance and found himself in the cannon room. He yelled "For... ummm... where are we?" and he picked up a cannonball and threw it at one of the men. The cannonball missed its target by 5 feet and crushed another man's foot. The man screamed out "I'll kill you you drunken fool!" as he picked the cannonball off his foot and limped threateningly at Savile, meanwhile the other man was rolling on the floor laughing.

 

[ChiefScalyNipples]

Attempting to stand his ground steadily on the rocky ship, Jeroo-Shei heard Black-Crow yell out loudly, “Attack!”. As soon as he heard that word, he pulled out his Crossbow and aimed it at the Imperials on the other ship with his right arm. He used his left arm and dug around in his quill to get an Ebony Bolt. He placed the bolt in the center of the string and the weapon's releasing point. He pulled the bolt back along with the string, and just as he was about to release the bolt from the string and fire at an Imperial, he felt a clawed furry finger tap on his left shoulder.

He turned around surprised and saw a scary looking Khajiit pirate about as tall as Jeroo-Shei was. "You, Argonian, come with me." the Khajiit's accented voice said to Jeroo-Shei. The Khajiit had pale tan fur with creepy eyes. He was wearing the same uniform all the other Khajiit pirates were wearing, except he was wearing a back version of the Alik'r hood wrapped around his head and pointy ears, he also had a grey decorated bandana-like mask covering his mouth. Jeroo-Shei could tell his own kind easily, plus the aroma of the cat was Vampiric. Jeroo-Shei looked at the Khajiit and asked curiously, "What is it?". The Khajiit pulled down his face-mask and revealed two short V-shaped fangs. A smirk grew across his furry face and he said, "I wanted to fight alongside a night-brother."

Jeroo-Shei smiled at that remark from his reptilian head, you could not see the smile under his hood because the peripherals of his stretched out v-shaped lizard-mouth was covered by the cloth of his hood (OOC: I hope you understand what I'm trying to get at lol). Suddenly, the ship shook heavily from a cannonball explosion fired from the enemy ship, causing both of the beast-race vampires to lose their balance and stumble over and the explosion caused the water in between to splash onto Guilty Pleasure's wooden floor. When the two regained their balance, the Khajiit Vampire shouted at Jeroo-Shei, "We need to move, now!" then started sprinting towards the boat's railing. Jeroo-Shei nodded and followed him there.

The sound of booted feet clunking on the floor followed the two on their way there. When they finally arrived to the railing, the Khajiit climbed on the wooden railing and squated down on it. Jeroo-Shei did the same after the Khajiit. As the water's waves rocked the enemy ship towards Guilty Pleasures, the Khajiit leaped into the night sky across from the balcony and landed onto the floor of the ship, he flew above the railing of the ship. Jeroo-Shei climbed onto the railing of Guilty Pleasures and leaped the same way the Khajiit did. However, the waves of the water rocked the ship further away from Jeroo-Shei this time, so he didn't land on the floor. In fact, he was about to land in the water, but he saved himself by grasping the railing of the other ship with his right hand while he was in mid air. Jeroo-Shei clinged onto the railing of the enemy ship for dear life. He almost pulled himself onto the ship's surface but then suddenly, Guilty Pleasures fired a cannon at the enemy ship and the cannonball was about ten feet from Jeroo-Shei's right side. The momentum of the blast shook the boat when it landed and the shake caused Jeroo-Shei to lose his grip. He had such a tight grip on the wooden railing that he broke the part he was holding onto off as he fell from the shake and still had the piece he as grabbing onto in his hand. Jeroo-Shei was about to fall into the water but then the Khajiit's hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up onto the floor of the boat. "Thank you." said, Jeroo-Shei.

As soon as the two stood straight up and regained their balance from the quake of the cannon blast, three Imperial soldiers turned their heads towards them and charged right at them. The Khajiit Vampire unsheathed both of his Ebony Daggers and dual-wielded them, while Jeroo-Shei unsheathed his Ebony Katar. The first Imperial to reach them swung his Iron Axe clumsily at the Khajiit Vampire, he dodged the swing. The Imperial stumbled over after such a clumsy blow and then got back up after he regained his balance and as soon as he did, the Khajiit kneed the bottom of his jaw causing his entire head to raise vertically in momentum. Then the Khajiit drove both of his daggers into his neck while he was stunned in pain. The Khajiit's daggers were held in the position in which it's held downwards and the blade is closest to the pinky finger rather than the thumb (OOC: I dont exactly know how to explain that but I tried my best). After the daggers synced into the man's neck the Khajiit extracted both of them out of his neck and the man's corpse plopped down to the floor, and blood was stained all over the Khajiit's daggers. The next charging Imperial was a burly brute that attempted to tackle Jeroo-Shei unarmed. As the behemoth of a man leaped towards Jeroo-Shei, Jeroo ducked and the man flew above him and landed on the floor. While the soldier was on the floor face-down, trying to get up, Jeroo-Shei plunged his Katar's blade quickly into the man's back, killing him.

The third Imperial was more accurate, more coordinated and more skilled than the previous two. The Imperial lunged his mace at the Khajiit Vampire which knocked him onto the floor. Then the Imperial flung his steel mace at Jeroo-Shei, but Jeroo quickly grabbed the Imperial's mace in mid-air with his left and stopped the blow. As both of them were fighting over dominance over the mace, Jeroo-Shei used his free right hand to use a necromancy spell on the dead brute that almost tackled him. He reached it over and pushed the clear, light blue magical ball at the corpse and it got back up, as well as the Khajiit from being knocked down. While Jeroo-Shei and the Imperial were still both pushing the mace back and forth, the zombie Jeroo-Shei reanimated tackled the Imperial and just started ripping the man apart and knawing at his flesh. Jeroo-Shei then waltzed over towards the Khajiit and the two readied themselves for whatever obstacles may head their way.

 

[Melee]

Veloca was still admiring the view of the ocean when she felt the ship lurch as it slowly began to cast off, causing the ropes she was holding to sway gently. Just as she was getting lost in the soft breeze and the smell of the salt from the water, she heard Azulla call up to her, making sure she didn't fall off the ropes so that she wouldn't be the only female on board this ship.

To startle her, Veloca let go of the shroud and twisted around, falling down about a foot until she felt her feet slip through some of the rope. A slight jolt in her leg told her that her knees had caught some of the rope, and she was now hanging upside down as she glanced toward the water, waving a hand nonchalantly in Azulla's direction.

Just then, Veloca heard Crow give the orders to attack a ship they had just pulled alongside, and her eyes grew wide with excitement. She hastily pulled herself up out of the shroud so that she was once again standing on the ropes, holding on with one hand so that she could lean closer to the enemy ship. The deck was littered with Imperials, and after a few minutes of observing the ship, Veloca could see that it belonged to the EETC.

With a serious look on her face, Veloca sprung from the shroud to the enemy deck, just barely clearing the rail running around the ship. She landed in a crouch, immediately pulling her daggers from her belt and holding them expertly between her fingers. With a lunge she sliced at the first soldier she encountered, a young man who, unfortunately for him, had his back turned to her. She spun the daggers around so that she could slice the front of the man's neck from behind, and blood immediately spurted from his wound as he raised his hands in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding while he fell to the deck.

As Veloca turned around to look for the rest of her new companions, a large Imperial wielding a battle ax swung his weapon at her, crushing into her shoulder as well as tearing her leather armor and the skin beneath it. She was thrown across the deck and rolled to a stop a few feet away, scowling as she slowly got to her feet and re-positioned her daggers so that she was holding them backwards. With a smirk, the man rushed at Veloca, assuming she would be no trouble to take out. She managed to dodge his attack, since it was nothing more than a straightforward assault, but he was much quicker than she gave him credit for. She swung at him with her daggers, but he was just able to get his ax in the way of her daggers, and she jumped back from him.

Veloca's eyes, which people already described as looking like ice, couldn't have given a colder look at the man she was facing. He laughed menacingly, and once again ran straight at her, swinging his ax in a wide arc. She ran at him as well, then at the last second, slid underneath him and swung her arm, leaving wide gashes on the inside of his legs. He fell to the ground with a loud cry, dropping his battle ax as blood flowed openly down his leg, staining his armor and skin. Veloca slowly walked up to him, and as he turned around, she reached down and sliced his neck with lightning speed.

With a solemn look on her face, Veloca looked around, waiting for whoever else would either come to assist her or try to kill her.

 

[Duon]

Crow could hear his crew pouring onto the ship behind him; lowering his blade to his side but maintaining his stance he advanced further onto the ship, stepping over the unconscious soldier as he went. From the sounds of boots and clanking weapons it seemed most the legionaries had rushed to meet the attacking force head on. “Guess I’ll just have a look around then” he said with a laugh and smirk walking across the deck dodging stray blows from the skirmishes as he went.

“Stop right their!” yelled a middle aged soldier doing his best to look intimidating. Bringing his Rapier up with a swift flick he sent the sword flying from the man’s hand disappearing into the waters behind him. “Sorry but I don’t really have time for this, I’m you understand.” he laughed at the bewildered man before him before planting a boot squarely in the man’s chest sending him backwards over the railing into the water with a splash.

Finding the captain’s cabin to be unoccupied he continued on inside; rummaging through its possessions he retrieved several bags of gold and strange bobbles before spotting a thin ornate silver case similar in size to a scholars writing set. The box seemed to have a aura about it that set it apart from anything else he’d ever seen. Reaching out his hand for it he was suddenly startled by the door opening behind him and a man similar stature to himself dressed in a captain’s coat stood on the doors hearth.

Entering the room the man removed his hat and tossed it to the ground beside him before beginning to speak “I take it from the look of you you're captain of these cutthroats” “And I can assume the same of yourself” Crow quickly retorted; the man nodded with a slight smile, he had a calm about him that showed he was far from a stranger to combat. Nodding back in silent agreement Crow and the captain both pulled swords and clashed with a fury of quick strikes, each blocking the others assault with near equal skill.

Crow could feel the man’s energy beginning to waver along with his own; he would need to act quickly to defeat such a worthy adversary. Swinging his Rapier high with his right hand he held the man’s blocked blade in place while extracting his tomahawk from his belt with his left and burying its spike into the man’s exposed chest, puncturing a lung and collapsing it. Feeling the mans stance give out Crow pushed forward on his blade; causing the man to stumble and slide down the wall, leaving a large blood streak behind.

Regaining his composure he returned his attention to the silver case; picking it up and turning it over in his hands examining it. A blood drenched cough broke the silence; drawing his eyes back to the captain leaning against the wall blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth. “If you take that they will hunt you to the end of Mundus; you have no idea what you’re meddling in.” Pausing to cough again he splattered yet more blood onto his front before extending his hand to point a bloody finger his way. “Heed my words pirate, or you will regret it.” His hand fell as his eyes went glassy and a low moan could be heard passing his lips as he faded away.

Crow stood motionless for several moments pondering the dying mans words “They will hunt us, for this?” the thought raced through his mind as he turned the case over again in his hands running a finger down one of the highly polished grooved etchings. The thought seemed ridiculous what could such a small case could ever contain which would be so valuable; but he could still not shake the thought, the words of a dying man were rarely something to be taken lightly.

Making up his mind; he slid the silver case underneath his left arm, and bent down to lower the man’s eyelids before exiting the cabin at a casual walk.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Caleb felt a lump form in his throat as the battle began, a scramble of pirates below him mobilizing, rapiers and cutlasses held up high as cheering and shouting filled the air. Caleb was nervous, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. The enemy ship was closing in, not five minutes into the job and Caleb was already in a kill or be killed situation.

No matter, he knew what he was getting into, there'd be no point in holding back here. He had fought before, and if he died here, so be it. Holding onto a rope hanging from the summit of the foremast, and wielding an iron shortsword in the other, he leaped.

His heart sank into his guts as he dived off the foremast, rope clutched tightly in his hand. Spread across his face was a grin, perhaps this would be fun. The air whipped by him, the water and wood below coming up fast. Caleb swung across the gap between the two ships, using the momentum of the swing, he kicked an enemy sailor square in the chest. Sending the young man flying back, over the edge of the ship and into the water below.

Caleb let go of the rope, landing on the Imperial ship. It was a chaotic frenzy he had found himself in, shouting, the clanging of metal on metal, boots stomping along the deck. "Hey!" Caleb whipped around, heart pounding as he found himself staring an Imperial sailor down. The sailor was young, about Caleb's stature as well.

There was no time to hesitate, Caleb would need to move fast. His instincts kicked in as he raised his sword to parry a blow from his attacker, his arms shuddering from the force. Caleb followed up with a quick counter, a knee to the sailor's groin. The sailor's eyes widened as he dropped to his knees. "Sorry 'bout that, mate." Caleb said before kicking the wounded man back over the starboard side.

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[Uther Pundragon]

"Humans..."

Ra'Sahkar-Dar shook his head as his listened to the fighting taking place on deck. He was not all too happy about having to supply one of the humans but he had done as his friend asked. Sahkar could have easily had one of his Khajiit servants do that. Speaking of servants he was sure some of them were part of the group fighting. Well, it was their job to fight and do whatever else he told them to do. Still, they had better not die. It cost money to replace anyone he lost and death was such a stupid way to lose coin.

"Let them fight. This one does not care. Sahkar has other things to do."

He was speaking out loud to himself but it wasn't like anyone else was around. Well there were a few Khajiit present but it was not like they would have anything to say. They were well paid and beyond loyal.

The fighting seemed to be letting up a bit as there were less shouting than earlier but Sahkar had no worries. His friend, Crow, was not a easy man to beat. So he kept himself busy, looking over the stored goods below deck, and issuing orders to several of the Khajiit posted about.

[Apologies for the short post.]

 

[solace84]

Dalious tossed an Imperial into the waters below, then looked up to see a rather large one heading his way. The guard was built like a brick wall and wielded a long hammer. The menacing guard threw a heavy strike with the hammer as Dalious attempted a block with his blade, but the ragged steel snapped in half in the center of the sword; also knocking him backwards. He chucked the broken steel and pulled out his other, just in time to block a few more staggering strikes. The large Imperial, again, heaved another heavy strike and Dalious blocked it, snapping his second blade in half as well. The guard then slammed into Dalious with his right shoulder, knocking him backwards into buckets and mops.
The Imperial lifted his hammer high above the fallen Dalious, ready to deal a death blow. Dalious kicked a bucket across the slippery wood and it struck the guard's left shin, staggering him enough to slightly change his momentum. Dalious rolled aside from the hammer colliding with the ship's floorboards, then jump-kicked from his back to his feet. He then kneed the large guard in the gut, then headbutted him to stagger him almost overboard.
"I will not kill you today," Dalious said to the wobbly enemy. "I am feeling merciful. Just remember, you just fought the great Dalious Durendail, former champion of the Arena. I have a message for you to tell..."
Suddenly the black khajiit from earlier swung by on a rope and kicked the large Imperial overboard, the cat winked at Dalious, then swung back into the battle.
"...Ahh!!" Dalious screamed at the khajiit.
He picked up an Imperial sword and joined in.