[rchant Lord Admiral] Testudo takes a deep breath on the balcony of his flagship, gracing his nose with the sll of dark coffee and salty sea air. The sll calms him, stilling his nerves in the face of an anxiety-inducing enemy armada. Two hundred ships of the line lie ahead, led by three of the ten strongest captains on the seas. All of them are undoubtedly led by Aegir, the ultimate enemy of the bean and Testudos greatest rival.
Yes, a rival he didnt know he had until it was pointed out to him, a formidable foe that has cost him and will cost him now. On Testudos side are over a hundred and twenty [rcenary Captains] commanded by five [rcenary Admirals]. None of them were cheap. The money hes poured into this plan is enough to beggar an average kingdom three tis over. Several decades of his wealth, all gone to create a fleet that could match in number and experience against Aegirs.
Unfortunately, the cowardly [Grand Admiral] hides behind others, unwilling to engage in this Duel of Drinks directly. Truly, hes a despicable man who must consu tea on a daily basis, while making sure to suppress the bean every mont he gets. The re thought of the man gets Testudos blood boiling, simring down only when he takes another sip from his enchanted mug.
[Lord] Testudo, the [rcenary Admirals] are requesting permission to retreat, his [Butler] informs him, standing respectfully behind. How do you wish to reply?
Testudo doesn't say anything, rely raising his mug to his lips. He takes a sip again and feels his mind sharpen, heart quicken, and bowels move.
With the divine drink flowing through him, empowering him with its strength, he activates one of his strongest skills.
[A Monts Consideration].
Ti slows to a standstill as his thoughts speed up and splinter into a fractal of parallel thoughts, each idea imagined and tested, each thought completed faster than any tea drinking mind could imagine. A single second is all he uses, a re mont to make a plan with crystalline clarity, an instantaneous decision made with a luxury of consideration any [General] would dream of having.
A second that, for him, lasts an hour.
With ti on his side, he decides to throw caution to the wind. It is ti to be daring.
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Teuta grinds her teeth as she stands at the wheel of the Queen's Gambit. I will castrate him and his dead ancestors if he touches even a hair on my son's head, she growls at Aegirs flag ship, the Iron Rain. A stupid na for a stupid ship with a thousand stupid broadside cannons. Oh, how she would love to pit the Queens Gambit against his oversized scow. It would be so easy, so very easy. She can just taste the easy victory. All she would need to do is aim the prow of her ship and then ram him into smithereens.
Then, after his ship is in pieces, shes going to capture the stupid fuck, tie him over her bed, and have her [Pirates] do what she did to his stupid ship. Except slower. Much, much slower. Shes already got the plan made, including the nas of her largest n and enough potions of stamina to keep them going for days. By the ti they are done, Aegir will be
My [Queen], her daydreaming is interrupted by a womans voice, Aegir is ordering us to engage Testudo with Molucca. What are your orders?
Teuta looks away from the Iron Rain to glare at her [First Mate], Bhumi, for her interruption. The [First Mate], to her credit, rely adjusts her glasses.
Fine, Tueta growls. Well engage with the guy. Where the fuck is he?
Bhumi raises a hand and points.
Her gaze follows Bhumis finger beholds the shiniest ship shed ever seen. The ship, like the Queen's Gambit and the Iron Rain, is a dreadnought sized warship, but unlike the two ships, its constructed entirely of tal.
How the fuck does it even float? she asks aloud. She knows of dwarven warships covered in tal plating, even sunk a couple hundred, but they were always made primarily of wood. However, the ship shes staring at is almost exclusively made of tal. The only non-shiny surface on the ship are the sails.
[Royal Smith-Admiral] Molucca has a unique bloodline skill that allows him to make most tal he touches float above water. His capital ship is called the Dwarven Anvil and is considered the sturdiest ship in the sea. Bhumi explains.
Teuta snorts. Dwarves and their tal infatuation. So what's his rank?
Bhumi adjusts her glasses again. Moluccas current rank is ten, but rumor says that hes probably higher than that and the only reason he isnt is because his ship is too slow to catch anyone who retreats. He is, however, undefeated.
Ahh, so he wants Testudos rank.
The [First Mate] shakes her head. Unlikely. Molucca is a loyal servant of [Mountain Archking] Hreidmar and is likely ordered to protect Aegir as part of a tax deal between Svartalfheim and the Aesir.
The [Pirate ArchQueen], captain of the Queen's Gambit, mistress of the sea, and loving mother, sighs sadly. Bhumi, add him and all of Svartalfheim to my kill list. Anyone who supports Aegir is going to die.
Bhumi reaches behind her back and retrieves a small booklet. She opens it and starts writing. Do you want to add any specific thods?
Later, Teuta replies, it looks like Molucca is moving to engage.
Indeed, the Dwarven Anvil releases its hundreds of sails and blankets the wind. Slowly, ever so slowly, the ship trudges forward, followed right behind by twenty support frigates carrying Svartalfheims flag.
The [Pirate ArchQueen] shakes her head at the steel ship and then looks forward. Her aura billows out like a tidal wave that washes over the Queens Gambit and her fleet of sixty ships, ten of which are captained by her [Pirate Admirals].
With a silent command, in perfect sync, sails unfurl and her navy surges forward, pulling ahead of Molucca. Her own ship leads the charge, the waves parting for the Queen's Gambit as it makes way toward the enemy flagship.
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Abernick sneers. Im never getting on a ship ever again.
Quasi rolls his eyes. Youre overreacting. Its just a bit of motion sickness.
I am not! the [Prince] denies. And Im not leaving. Ive decided to stay here and join the Necromancer Guild.
The [Hero] raises an eyebrow. All because you don't want to get on a boat?
Abernick huffs up at Quasi as the [Hero] leans on the rail of Davy Jones' ship. Theyre almost ready to depart and only need a few more preparations.
It's not just motion sickness, he starts again, but calr. Ive been aning to find where I belong, to do sothing with my life. Aimlessly following you around on your damn adventure is interesting and all, but it's not fulfilling.
Abernick extends his hand to the peanut gallery of living guild mbers watching the exchange. Im a [Grand Necromancer] with enough levels and experience to help others beco better. I I think this is the best for .
Can you not? Quasi pouts.
Not what?
Not make this a heartwarming goodbye. I really hate those. It makes it annoyingly difficult to try to convince people to follow around, Quasi explains with a grin on his face.
Abernick shakes his head and returns the grin. Ill still be here if or when you co and visit.
Ill try, but no promises. Quasi reaches up, grabs the brim of his hat, and nods down at Abernick. So long, for now.
Abernicks grin diminishes, but does not vanish. Very well. Goodbye, Quasi! Next ti I see you, dont plan to draw into whatever ss you bring with you.
Quasi steps away from the rail, laughing, and nods to one of the undead. The undead grabs a rope and raises the gangway from the pier. Not a second later and he feels the ropes holding the ship in place loosen, another mont and the ships cast off. The Flying Dutchman floats away from the pier where Abernick quietly waves. Quasi waves back.
Preparation complete. Activating Mana-heart. Davy Jones' voice booms over the ship's inhabitants.
From the depths of the ship, Quasi feels a heartbeat, a reverberation so deep that it thrums through his bones. More pulses follow, growing faster and faster until the staccato beat rges into a constant, subsonic hum.
General ship enchantnts, activating.
A burst of mana explodes from the ship, starting up hundreds of enchantnts, one of which suppresses the vibrations and another creates a waterproof, glowing do above the deck.
Descending now.
Its almost eerie how silent the ship itself is as it dives, subrging within seconds. Wood should creak underfoot, the mast should groan with the breeze, rigging should creak and snap. Davy Jones does not care what should be, and has lined the ship with enough bone to breathe unlife into its aged hull. It sees no point in swaying.
Down it goes, further, deeper, into the dark. The only light now cos from the ship itself, only to be swallowed by the gloom all around. That is, until at last, it reaches an acceptable depth. With the barest of tremors, it accelerates through the water, up and out through a chasm, and into the black forest of treants. Faster it goes, with a wake to wake the dead that rocks the ocean floor, the ship sails through all obstacles.
From the depths of the ship, Davy Jones walks up onto the deck with both Jessica and Fiona in tow. The girls gape in surprise at the glowing do that protects the deck from the water.
While the girls watch outside in wonder, Davy Jones strolls up to Quasi. You fine, lad? he asks, sensing the man's mood.
Quasi nods slowly while continuing to stare out of the do. I will be. Im just a bit surprised how much I actually cared to have Abernick around.
Ahh, the [Grand Necromancer]. Yes, the man ca to and asked if he could join. Considering his experience, I couldnt exactly say no.
It's probably for the best. I shouldnt expect him to follow around everywhere.
Davy Jones nods. Goodbyes are always hard, and they never really get easier.
Quasi chuckles. No, he replies, but maybe one day?
The two stare outside the do, watching the various fish splatter against the shield for several silent minutes. Eventually, their silence is broken when a massive whale gets sared across the barrier.
So, Davy, Ive been aning to ask. Why is your ship called the Flying Dutchman? Are you actually Dutch?
The undead captain tilts his skull. Im not sure what a Dutch is, but my ship was created using the corpse of a water dragon nad Dutchman.
So where does the flying part co from?
The skull on the [Archlich] seems to bend into a smile. Ill show you when we near our destination.
Quasi rolls his eyes. The pirates not being as clever as he thinks. Fine, be cryptic Speaking of our destination, can you tell more about what Ill be dealing with?
Nothing specific. Davy raises a hand forward. Mana swirls above his palm as though he is carrying fog. Slowly, the foggy mana rises into the air and forms nine blurry images of ships. I don't know the size of the fleets, though I suspect they each number in the hundreds. But I do know their flagships.
With a wave of Davys hand, the blurry ships unblur.
Though I could probably take on the enemy fleet on my own, I still run the risk of sothing going horribly wrong and my ship getting destroyed. The reason is these flagships, he explains. He waves his hand again, and the array of unique ships sharpen into life-like detail.
A long ti ago, I spread the ranking system of captains and ships to help keep track of whom I had to watch out for and who were just guppies. Any one of these ships has a small chance of ending if Im not careful.
Four of the life-like ships float forward. You will be near four of them.
Quasi stares at the ships. He only recognizes one of them, Testudos castle ship, the Navis.
Since you want to help Testudo, youll most likely face these three.
The Navis is pushed back and the other three are shrunken and positioned right in front of Quasi. Of the three ships, one of them is moved forward and opened up as though he is looking at a translucent, labeled 3D model. The ship is large, like the others, but also sleek with a monstrous ram's head at the bow.
Now, Davy begins like a geek in his elent, these ships all Dreadnought class, the largest ships currently sailing the seas. The first, and arguably strongest other than my own, is the Queen's Gambit, captained by [Pirate Archqueen] Teuta. Her ship can ram with enough power to crush almost any ship, even the Flying Dutchman if I allowed it. Its weakness though, is armant. Any ship that avoids her charge has a chance of defeating her.
The next ship cos forward, a ship only slightly larger than the Queen's Gambit. The exterior turns translucent, revealing the hundreds of broadside cannons which glow in highlight. Each of the guns has a rotating barrel for rapidfire..
The Iron Rain, Aegirs ship, is a ss of cannons which it uses to swiftly overwhelm enemies. Two ways to defeat this one. One: tank a few hits and when its out of ammo, the ship is defenseless. Should happen in just a couple minutes. Two: those guns are only dium caliber. Sit back and shell with bigger guns, and the day is yours.
Finally, the last ship is moved forward. The shiny ship made entirely of steel looks like it should sink to the bottom of the ocean, but it floats anyway.
The last ship and arguably the most resilient ship of the ten, is the Dwarven Anvil, a poorly made, smaller replica of the infamous Haven before it was lost. Captained by Molucca, the Dwarven Anvil, made nearly entirely of tal, is able to float across the water and has armor thick enough to withstand nearly any attack. Its weakness, though, is in its extrely slow speed and the fact that Molucca must always be touching his ship or it will imdiately sink like a rock.
With a flick of his bony wrist, the models disappear and Davy nods at Quasi. So, I hope you have a plan to deal with those three.
Quasi smirks. No worries, Ive already got a plan. Just drop off sowhere near the fighting and watch.
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