BLACK HONOR, MAIN DECK
The Coral priestess looked at Shadow with caution. “Forgive the Wanizame for their suspicion. Since ancient times, the dark waters of the sea have been omens of evil and death amongst the water folk.” She kept a healthy distance though, as theirs was a slow to trust of nature.
Having convinced the leaders to show cooperation, Hilde managed a sigh of relief and immediately went to the helmsman. “Logan, please tell everyone to be prepared. The battle is much closer than any of us would like.” She then directed the ships into a fog, where the gulls were guiding her. It was not the sort of place ships should go, but it was needed.
Marlena would eventually make her way on deck, but accompanying Claude. For some reason she felt she must keep an eye on him, but truthfully she didn’t know what else to do. At times she felt out of place, being thrust into the middle of this war of unimaginable scale, with barely the fighting ability of a common soldier. What could she possibly do, and why would it matter?
Her wandering mind would find its way back to the present day as a bolt of lightning struck the Black Honor’s lightning rod, as Hilde had just driven the ships into a storm.
“STORM!” The call went out.
The Jade Siren
In the driving rain on the open sea, in a sea battle shrouded by fog and heavy rain, the young adult blue dragon Storm Reaver, orbited above a light Ionian Frigate, the Jade Siren. It roared and exulted in the rain, thunder and lightning, as with each time it used it’s breathe weapon, a gout of lightning would electrify the waters. The Siren had a lightning rod, especially empowered to protect against such a common element on the seas. Each time Storm Reaver attempted to sweep in to swat the rod aside, arrows, bullets and magic would discourage him- but his passing had already torn the mast. He was toying with the ship, taking his time to pick of its defenders.
The Siren’s crew were part of the Ionian reserve guard, most of its passenger’s civilians- they were separated from the main evacuation fleet, and were now on its own to defend against a terrible storm dragon. The crew would have fallen immediately to the boarding merefolk, were it not for allies that severely hindered their numbers.
“Lady Wong! Three ships at 4 o’clock!” An Ionian marine armed with a short katana said, fending off a ferocious, aquatic quadruped fish-creature. All around Ionian soldiers were doing their best to fight, while archers and mages feebly trying to harm the dragon.
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A twirling staff meanwhile smashes sideways into a merefolk’s face, sending it sprawling onto the deck. Elizabeth Wong, one Irelia’s lieutenants in the guard and in charge of the protection of the ship, looked yonder. “Well, let’s hope they’re friendly.”