32nd of Readying 383 ONT, 9:18am, Estoros Sea, Argyle, Champions Thrust
Daewyn rose from her meditative stance and walked calmly to the bridge. She hopped up on the compass table beside the helm and turned to the Captain.
“Captain Cane, I regret to inform you that your ship is about to be attacked” she said in a clear voice. The Captain quickly scanned the horizon and beach line, seeing nothing he turned back to the Guard Mouse.
“You sure? I don’t see any ships?” she nodded at his perception
“I don’t think it will be a ship, I sense a great force of anger and hate within the weave, I feel it getting closer to us all the time. I would be ready” the two locked eyes for a long minute; but at last the Captain nodded. Daweyn knew that Captain Alfrin had spoken highly of the Guard to Captain Cane and has asked that he heed her in such matters, it was a testament to the Captain that on the word of a stranger he did just that.
“Red Alert, arm yourselves and take to battle station!” he called
“YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN! WEAPONS IN HAND, GET THE TARP OF JONATHAN AND KEY UP FELLA’S, YA WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?” The Wild Elven First Mate shouted after the Captain’s call for arms. The men and woman of the ship hurried, loading pistols at their belts, untarping and loading the stinger lovingly known as Jonathan and grabbing swords and crossbows while tidying up the deck of any loose debris or ropes that could be fatal should such an attack come. The warm sea breeze of a Readying morning blew from port to starboard easing the oppressive summer heat. Aside from the groaning of ropes and waves crashing against the ship all was silent. No one spoke, at a nod Boyd stepped up beside the Captain and took the helm while the captain loaded his own pistol and strapped his blade to his belt.
“What do you sense little mouse?” The Captain asked as he eyed the shore, feeling if something were to come at him, that was likely the place it would stem from.
“It won’t be long now, this malevolence does not know patience” Daewyn said in a tone impassive. “I will apologize now Captain, I can’t say the engagement will end without loses”
“Stuff it, The Thrust isn’t one to shy from a fight, you do you, and let me worry about…”
The sentiment was never finished, the green dragon broke from the clouds directly above with an ear splitting scream. It shocked and stunned several of the crew as its mouth opened and spewed burning bubbling acid towards the centre deck. With the Reflexes of a cat Daewyn noted that the wild elf First Mate through himself over the bridge rail grabbing a sailor and throwing her and himself overboard just before the acid engulfed the centre mast, melting it away to splinters in seconds. The Dragon followed the acid through laying two raking claws across the still stunned Reed and knocking Steel overboard with a tail slap. The most horrific however was watching Hansel Ramey be lifted from the ground by his throat as if being choked and being held their tantalizingly until the Green Dragon gored him with its goulash snout horn and then snapped him in its maw slamming him into the deck and dragging him over the port side with it and into the ocean below. As the Dragon slammed into the Deck only then were the crew beginning to shake off the effects of the panic inducing roar.
“HIGH SIDE STARBOARD! HIGHSIDE!” The Captain screamed throwing himself down from the bridge and grabbing the rail on the starboard side of the ship. About twelve of the crew heard and responded to their Captain’s call, throwing enough weight just in time to keep the ship from capsizing. “PISTOLS!” The Captain shouted, racing down the deck towards the bow. He kicked open a long thin box and pulled a special golden tipped spear quickly loading it in the stinger. Daewyn could see ropes being tossed to The First Mate and women who had thrown themselves out of the dragon’s swath. The ship rocked violently and the dragon raced out of the water, clawing across the deck while its rider let forth a torrent of lightning. The sound of several pistols firing could be heard as the beast smashed through the second and last mast of the ship, it had planned to continue but that would not be the case. Daewyn reached deep within the weave and reached out grabbing the dragon and tossing it back down onto the deck of the ship, giving the crew a chance to finish unloading their pistols into the fiend.
“THADEN!” an impossibly Deep Thunderous voice bellowed as the black armored mouse sprung from the saddle of his Dragon and instantly cut out the throat of the nearest deck hand. “YOU WOULD HIDE FROM ME WHILE YOUR HUMANS DIE?” Daewyn called upon the Weave and leapt across the bridge and deck to stand in front of the black clad Lord Shepard.
“I am not Thaden, but I will see an end to this Violence, Bogna has no place on this ship fallen one” Daewyn said pulling a slight skinny blade from its sheath.
“I KNOW YOU NOT MASTER GUARD MOUSE, BUT YOUR END IS NIGH!” Lord Shepard sprung forward… and missed as Deewyn side stepped the blow, then used her lithe blade to deflect his backswing, he jumped over her knocking a pistol shot fired towards the dragon at her and closed again for another series of vicious swings.
“Ataru? With Djem So? You have grown lazy Shepard.” She said as she dueled him, her Waylen blade moving in quick tight circles around his larger bulkier weapon, always using his momentum to deflect and move.
“A MAKASHI NIMAN BLEND! YOU WILL TIRE LONG BEFORE I DO” He retorted and the battle began in earnest as they dueled up and down the deck. Daewyn was aware that the dragon had taken flight again, but the fallen Guard Mouse was better than she had expected and required every ounce of her focus to keep his deadly blade at bay. The crew of the Thrust would have to deal with the Dragon on their own.
To Be Continued