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Arry · 11-03-2004, 02:50 PM

Once the barrels had been brought on board, Annû had taken up a position on the quarterdeck, intending to keep a close watch on the proceedings. So far, nothing seemed amiss. The captain was with two of the Lossoth who had brought the barrels from the mainland, and was looking displeased. He had pried the top off one of the barrels – the one they’d stack by itself. Annû could see him gesturing and shaking his head at the two Lossoth. The stances of the two native traders stiffened as the captain handed a tool to two of his crew member, indicating they should pry open the other barrels.

A shout rang out from somewhere above and all at once a number of Corsairs clambered from the barrels they’d been hiding in, weapons drawn. Annû fired a number of arrows at them, nicking several in the arms. The foe was moving about quickly, heading for the sides of the ship. Annû fired several more arrows, most causing only minor wounds, but one sunk deep into the fleshy thigh of a Corsair.

Luindal had drawn his sword, and Annû could see the two traders start back a few steps then look menacingly at him. He could not get a good shot at them. Slinging his bow on his back, Annû drew his brother's sword and leapt down to where the captain stood against the two. The tip of his blade was leveled at one of the men’s chests. An older fellow, his dark hair gone grey at the temples. The fellow’s dark blue eyes widened at the presence of the second Elf. Then he scowled, squinting fiercely at Annû.

A certain rage boiled up inside the Elf, and he pressed forward, intending to run the man through. But the Lossoth feinted quickly to one side and knocked the blade away with his much padded arm. The sharp want of revenge mixed with the memories of his brother. Annû wanted to pound this Corsair sympathizer into dust. Rage rising further, he dropped his blade on the deck and stepped in close to the man, fists balled.

Grey eyes flashing in his stony face, Annû felt a stab of satisfaction as his knuckles collided with the man’s nose . . .

11-03-2004, 02:50 PM	#7
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Once the barrels had been brought on board, Annû had taken up a position on the quarterdeck, intending to keep a close watch on the proceedings. So far, nothing seemed amiss. The captain was with two of the Lossoth who had brought the barrels from the mainland, and was looking displeased. He had pried the top off one of the barrels – the one they’d stack by itself. Annû could see him gesturing and shaking his head at the two Lossoth. The stances of the two native traders stiffened as the captain handed a tool to two of his crew member, indicating they should pry open the other barrels. A shout rang out from somewhere above and all at once a number of Corsairs clambered from the barrels they’d been hiding in, weapons drawn. Annû fired a number of arrows at them, nicking several in the arms. The foe was moving about quickly, heading for the sides of the ship. Annû fired several more arrows, most causing only minor wounds, but one sunk deep into the fleshy thigh of a Corsair. Luindal had drawn his sword, and Annû could see the two traders start back a few steps then look menacingly at him. He could not get a good shot at them. Slinging his bow on his back, Annû drew his brother's sword and leapt down to where the captain stood against the two. The tip of his blade was leveled at one of the men’s chests. An older fellow, his dark hair gone grey at the temples. The fellow’s dark blue eyes widened at the presence of the second Elf. Then he scowled, squinting fiercely at Annû. A certain rage boiled up inside the Elf, and he pressed forward, intending to run the man through. But the Lossoth feinted quickly to one side and knocked the blade away with his much padded arm. The sharp want of revenge mixed with the memories of his brother. Annû wanted to pound this Corsair sympathizer into dust. Rage rising further, he dropped his blade on the deck and stepped in close to the man, fists balled. Grey eyes flashing in his stony face, Annû felt a stab of satisfaction as his knuckles collided with the man’s nose . . . Last edited by Arry; 11-06-2004 at 03:13 PM.