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Folwren · 12-15-2005, 12:28 PM

You had a good night, I trust? You’ve risen early. I hope it wasn’t due to an uncomfortable sleep.”

“No, no, not at all,” Telumehtar said. “The sun woke me, that’s all. Shining in. I swear, one of the first shafts of light must have reached my face and woke me directly.”

“I am sorry, sir,” Hereric replied. “I’m sure we could fix that. Board up the window at night, possibly, if you so wish it.” He glanced forward. “At the time, though, my lord, if you looked forward - do you see that cloud of smoke? Aye, it is smoke, sir,” he added, as the King turned.

“I saw it. You are certain that it is smoke, and not merely a cloud?” Telumehtar turned piercing eyes towards Hereric. The captain nodded.

“I’ve gone aloft to make certain and there can be no mistake. We’ve increased sail to be there as quickly as possible. I don’t know what you want to do.” He trailed off as Menelcar stepped up onto the deck and came towards them. He greeted them both and the captain bowed his head slightly in return and then watched as the Counselor’s eyes were caught by the plume of smoke on the horizon.

“Is that smoke?” he asked, after a shocked pause. His eyes turned towards the king and Hereric, and Telumehtar answered him.

“The Captain believes that it is and has added sail in accordance.”

“I assumed,” Hereric said calmly, “that we would want to get there as quickly as possible and fight off whatever corsairs are abusing our people. I fear, though, that however quickly we may sail down the river, much damage has already been done.”

Firefoot · 12-21-2005, 01:40 PM

“I see,” answered Menelcar simply. Even he could recognize that there was little else Hereric could have done – but that did not mean that he would laud the captain for it.

“The other ships will have to be alerted, of course,” he continued, speaking more to Telumehtar than Hereric, “and a plan of attack must be made. The Corsairs will probably know of our coming ere long, but we must give them as little time as possible to prepare for the counter-attack.”

His gaze strayed once more to the ominous wisp of smoke on the horizon. Time – all the problems came back to this. They needed time to slow down while the boats made their woefully slow way down the river. They needed time to plan their attack. After all, they had not expected battle nearly so soon, not until they had reached the sea, at least. But they could only work with the situation as it was and the time and resources as they had.

“Come,” he urged the king. “Have Hereric pass the message on to the other ships, and let us go and work out a battle strategy.” Then, so as not to appear too eager to be rid of Hereric’s company, he added to the captain with a hint of skeptical derision: “Unless, of course, you have anything to add?”

12-15-2005, 12:28 PM	#1
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	You had a good night, I trust? You’ve risen early. I hope it wasn’t due to an uncomfortable sleep.” “No, no, not at all,” Telumehtar said. “The sun woke me, that’s all. Shining in. I swear, one of the first shafts of light must have reached my face and woke me directly.” “I am sorry, sir,” Hereric replied. “I’m sure we could fix that. Board up the window at night, possibly, if you so wish it.” He glanced forward. “At the time, though, my lord, if you looked forward - do you see that cloud of smoke? Aye, it is smoke, sir,” he added, as the King turned. “I saw it. You are certain that it is smoke, and not merely a cloud?” Telumehtar turned piercing eyes towards Hereric. The captain nodded. “I’ve gone aloft to make certain and there can be no mistake. We’ve increased sail to be there as quickly as possible. I don’t know what you want to do.” He trailed off as Menelcar stepped up onto the deck and came towards them. He greeted them both and the captain bowed his head slightly in return and then watched as the Counselor’s eyes were caught by the plume of smoke on the horizon. “Is that smoke?” he asked, after a shocked pause. His eyes turned towards the king and Hereric, and Telumehtar answered him. “The Captain believes that it is and has added sail in accordance.” “I assumed,” Hereric said calmly, “that we would want to get there as quickly as possible and fight off whatever corsairs are abusing our people. I fear, though, that however quickly we may sail down the river, much damage has already been done.” Last edited by Folwren; 12-15-2005 at 01:44 PM.

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12-21-2005, 01:40 PM	#2
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	“I see,” answered Menelcar simply. Even he could recognize that there was little else Hereric could have done – but that did not mean that he would laud the captain for it. “The other ships will have to be alerted, of course,” he continued, speaking more to Telumehtar than Hereric, “and a plan of attack must be made. The Corsairs will probably know of our coming ere long, but we must give them as little time as possible to prepare for the counter-attack.” His gaze strayed once more to the ominous wisp of smoke on the horizon. Time – all the problems came back to this. They needed time to slow down while the boats made their woefully slow way down the river. They needed time to plan their attack. After all, they had not expected battle nearly so soon, not until they had reached the sea, at least. But they could only work with the situation as it was and the time and resources as they had. “Come,” he urged the king. “Have Hereric pass the message on to the other ships, and let us go and work out a battle strategy.” Then, so as not to appear too eager to be rid of Hereric’s company, he added to the captain with a hint of skeptical derision: “Unless, of course, you have anything to add?”