Recent content by Anarian Nensk

If anything, Umadar recognized the concealed insult delivered by the Lord-Chalybatte, and the most infuriating effect was that he couldn't deny its accuracy. He had no delusions, he was aware of how expendable corsairs were in the Kraken Sea. The very fact Emder finally openned the gates to the...

"There are stories of this coast..." The elder corsair muttered, as he held the rope tight, for the young Elf to secure it by the rigging. The Elf was young, contrasting strongly the aged Corsair, who wore beard grey, harsh by salt and water spat day in and day out upon him. The Elf was tall...

"Homenmorto?!" Danu exclaimed. His eyes quickly darting to the view beyond the ship's prow. The shores of Guipui blurry in the distance. "That's suicide! Again!!" "Yes, it will be!" Omadar laughed. "If they want a piece of the Dragon's Belly, they will have to claim it in there." "Captain...

Omadar climbed up the poop deck and held onto one of the ropes that held the driver boom in place. His red eyes turned to the side of the bay, where the Zenithian flottila made course towards him. "Their ships are heavy, captain." the First-Mate voiced. A thought both had already made, though...

The Dragon's Belly cut through the waves, preserving her course true in an effort to force the Zenithian ships to "Cross the T", facing Umadar's full broadside while themselves could only aim their bow and forecastle guns. If there were more than just the Dragon's Belly, such a tactic would be a...

"Steam clouds, Captain!" the watchman shouted from the crow's nest, up the mast. Worrying all the more evident in his voice. Steam-powered warships had been a bane to many a ship in the huge river networks of Erova and the Inner Sea. In the Kraken Sea, however, such technology was rare, if not...

The very presence of Marthaler Amslerbeak was evidence enough this would be a very serious endeavour. Though the Iron Cult had a history of assigning lesser frontiers to the Iron Guard high command, or even Darkling detachments, Anarian was aware that the fact a Lord Chalybatte was appointed to...

"Captain! Ships ten degrees South!!" The watchman pointed over the crow's nest of the mizzenmast, to the distant horizon, where the silhouettes of the Zenithian ships begun to form. Umadar, taking notice of the watchman's report, pulled the spyglass from his coat's pocket and crossed the...

"Steady as she goes!" Captain Omadar Uldor's voice was strong enough to sound over the blowing of the ocean wind. The oak deck filled with crew, scrubbing, knotting, resting or maintaining the cannons held by thick ropes behind the closed gunports. Omadar did not enjoy the shower of sunlight...

"This came in this morning, before you berthed." Anarian held the folded parchment with his two fingers, offering it to Omadar. "Of course, their timing..." the Captain chuckled. "They want to assemble the Fleet, don't they?" "There is no fleet, Omadar." Anarian shook his head. The Captain...

"The Iron Guard has reached the port. Why gather all this anyway?" The voice belonged to Captain Omadar Uldor. He was an old comrade of Anarian, having fought side by side in many an occasion, even before Anarian's enlistment to the Grimcoats. Unlike Anarian, Omadar was a Dark Elf, able to...

It had been months ever since Emder had fallen. Anarian Nensk could still recall the time his own regiment had been drafted for the campaign. They were in Phalwezs, at the time, patroling the border with Gallian Antiincone. Tensions between the two Realms had always been high. The latter...