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[Talon Lord Othrim]

He retreats closing the door behind. In a short space of time she feels the ship lerch to one side as the ship takes a sharp turn.

Cannon fire shakes your cabbin and you can hear the shouts of the crew above. A dark shadow crosses room and the cabin wall explodes inwards.

[spoiler=Note] I need you to make a roll[/spoiler]

[Draco Ny'ade]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The cabin wall bursts inward and the blackend steel ball flies across the room smashing through the inner wall. Wood splinters big and small follow it's course. You throw yourself to the floor and manage to avoid being hit. The battle continues to rage around you. As you look up you see your attendant stood hand outstreched to help you up. You notice a large splinter of wood sticking out of his abdomen.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Summons a cantrip to remove the splinter, then strides to the hole in the wall and looks towards the ship

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The wooden splinter rips out of his flesh and he cries out in pain. Deep crimson blood spills from the now open wound and he drops to his knees trying to hold the red liquid in.

As you stride to the new opening sea water sprays up at you. Ahead you can clearly see an Imperial trade ship damaged by your own ships cannon fire. You see flashes and plooms of smoke followed by deafening booms of the Imperials cannons. You can actually see the black balls of iron flying between the ships, and the vessels are getting closer.

Your vessel clearly capable of quicker manoverability than the imperial vessel but it seems they have larger armaments. There is another impact against the ship and what seems like the mast, adorned with red sails falls into view. Your ship slows considerably and you see the Imperial vessel drawing near.

[Draco Ny'ade]

tries to spot the captain of the imperial ship [spoiler=Search]1d100 rolled for a total of: 64 (64)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

She can see many sailors running about the deck but cant make out who would be the captain. She can see someone shouting orders.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Casts a Soul blight on the person she can see shouting orders
1d100 rolled for a total of: 21 (21)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

She weaves intricate designs in the air and recites the mantras of pain and chaos. The target falls outof her view.
The ships draw closer and more cannon fire smashes into the Dark Elf vessel. This does not seem to be a fight they are winning.

[Draco Ny'ade]

walks up onto deck and shouts to the captain "prepare the corsairs! I will lead them myself?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The deck is chaos. People shouting, running, the damage quite extensive. Her voice blends in with the noise. A cannon ball hits a sailor throwing him across her path in a bloody haze.

To the right of the ship comes a grating crash and the Imperial vessel can be seen pulling up along side. Worriors and sailors from both ships cross and a bitter hand to hand conflict insues.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"MALIKETH!" Sprints across the deck and leaps to the next ship, sweeping her blade round and thrusting at one of the officers. 1d100 rolled for a total of: 84 (84)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Officer Deffence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)[/spoiler]

The sailor tried to parry your blades but they slip through his fleash spilling his blood.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Khaela Mensha Khaine!" whirls through the sailors ranks, slashing all around 1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80) (fixed, sorry bout that)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Her blades slash through another of the Imperials. Looking about she notices that they are retreating back to their own vessle.

[spoiler=Awarness] roll an awarness test pls[/spoiler]

[Draco Ny'ade]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 9 (9)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Suddenly Kylae is thrown off her feet high in the air and into the water as a huge explosion detonates the ship. The Imperials cannons finding the powder magazine. Wood and debris lands all about her. Spluttering she surfaces gasping for air.

[Draco Ny'ade]

looks for a large piece of driftwood to cling on to, and looks around for other survivors

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Clinging to a section of the ship she see's many of her kin in the water. Most are face down and bleeding and those that are still alive are being fired upon by the imperials above. If they see her she knows that they will surly show her the same mercy.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Swims towards the imperial ship, trying to appear as though drifting and dead

1d100 rolled for a total of: 75 (75)