A CALM NIGHT AT SEA [RAID]

[caeso]

The only warning is a foghorn blown on a misty night.
Lighthouses wink out of sight, and lone trade vessels find themselves beset.

 

Does a storm need rhyme or reason to strike?
Moonlight and rough twists of a balking sea dominate the waves on a bright night.

Mr. Moon hangs high in the sky, with his watchful eye.
Sailors aplenty hear a crackle among the waves. Movement.

And in a moment, there are freaks in funny clothes aboard their decks.
And all the lighthouses and stars in the night sky seem to have gone dark.

 

Whoever survives till sunrise is the victor here.
For this is the setting of the greatest stage the young Guild has had in mind yet.

AUTHORS GUILD v. AEN
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY AENITE TRADE ROUTES & BLOCK OFF THE PENINSULA [PLUNDER-TYPE RAID]
TIME: SATURDAY, 5/15 5PM EST [TENTATIVE]

[Detective100]

The sea is filled with many dangers, lurking, waiting for the chance to pounce.
Cannon fire heard across the stormy nights, gunfire light blazing through the fog.
An unexpected force raised its sails to defend the trade vessels, and then slink back into the dark.

Ships, with the flags of Fortune raised up high.

Each of the three councilors, King, Stede Vane, and Fabbondel Ethrian, have addressed the matter in their own way.

King, to his people of Nilhirra:

"It's happened before; won't happen again.

The only thing I dislike more than ya Whitecunts is people who keep stealing my fun. I'm tired a' people stealing my fun."

Stede Vane, to Port Fortune:

"Since I've been part a third mate of the crew, I envisioned the Southern Seas as our place of freedom, for people all across Meranthe to come gather, barter and trade.

For this to become reality? The island that is Lyonesse will have to be our cornerstone."

Finally, Fabbondel Ethrian... To Isley, and the people of Lyonesse:

"We are well aware that you lot may have your pride. But these seas?

These precious sapphire pools we call home?

They are Fortune’s territory, as such we will protect what is ours."

The Kingdom of Fortune is joining to defend to defend Lyonesse against the Author's Guild!

Objective: Protect Kingdom of Fortune's future interests.

[Spiffspoff]

Barely has munitions been stocked into storage after the assault on the Deep before it's hauled out again. Wounded sailors work tirelessly to prepare ships for the hardier reserves, some even heeding the call to defend their home despite the bandages they hid beneath their uniforms. Aen responded in kind to any invader daring to lay hand against her people with vitriol, and pride.

Morale is high despite everything, kept so by the unyielding attitude of their far too stubborn Captain.

And yet in spite of this stubbornness, the Kingdom of Fortune isn't turned away despite terrible relations. Desperation? Hopes for the future? Who could really tell?

Captain Isley's reply follows:

"'Tis yer way o' makin' amends, o' pavin' way fer future scuffles? Guess we'll see. Fine, load yer guns. We won' turn ours 'n ye if'n y'do us."

For the time being, the ships of Fortune are permitted to dock freely within Lyonesse. Provided they adhere to the island's laws.

[Purple Prose]

...

I do.

I don't.

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You do.

You don't.

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We do.

We don't.

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They convene and cavort, those fools on parade,
to share their bloodred lumpen hearts.
Fables and fairy tales, revelries for the recondite;
them: Zanni, Vecchi, Innamorati and Il Capitano,
all gathered in costumes tailored lifelong
for those watchers to watch.

They will.

They won't.

Who, what, where, when, how... but most importantly of all, why?
When better to learn of such a thing, to shout it to those beyond the heavens?
Word spreads amongst the Author's Guild to each one come prepared with a story—
a tale which best foretells their lone aspirations and desires with painful honesty—
for during the opening stanzas of this eve's warfare, they will share it in sabbath.