Open Chronicles WFC: In The Name of The Sunfather

[Lavinia Montacute]

Kortes, Home of the Radiant Church
Just before midnight

Lavinia did not look like a monja at the moment- her silver hair was tucked under a cap, dirt was smeared across her face, and she wore the dark clothes of the militia. Anyone who saw her would think she was a young boy by the name of Jose, giving his services to the Church and the Sunfather.

Lavinia gripped the hilt of her sword, her hands steady. Not many of the others were able to do the same; they shook as they faced the dark beach. The ships in the bay bobbed gently on the water, and the night was quiet. After a while, some of the others began to murmur. Had their informant been wrong? Was anyone really coming? Lavinia leaned forward, squinting into the darkness.

She was just beginning to think it was a trap when she suddenly saw a flash of light from the distance ahead of them. She raised her left hand, signaling to the man in charge. Everyone around her tensed as they focused on that bobbing light. It appeared to be a lantern of some sort. Suddenly an arrow flew, and the light went out.

They were under attack.

 

[Zulgrid]

Of course the Feiarans were skirmishing in boats. They may as well have brought mages to cast the illusions of Kivren in the waters as well. The thing that was obvious to Zulgrid however was that they knew far less of naval warcraft and tactics than those aboard and around the average Tychosian scouting vessel.

It was really too bad that his old friend, that elven Bishop of the Radiant Church here in Kortes, wasn't about to play fair with the dwarf. He'd almost started to forgive her for how she had deceived him before, when she ended up blackmailing him into this. He was to work with the city's militia and repel the invaders alongside them. But he suspected that the elf really just didn't trust him, and was sending him on a suicide mission. An easy enough conclusion to come to when he saw how most of the militiamen’s hands quivered while trying to hold their blades straight.

As the arrows began to fly, Zulgrid drew his own blade and stayed low, attempting to dodge the onslaught. As he did, he noticed the swimmers emerging from the waters with weapons drawn, coming towards them. As they came charging forth from beneath the waves. One drunken sailor of a dwarf went charging right back at them.