The Tides of War
Dan Curint listened to the speech the captain made, paying attention to every word. Those that were well-behaved would do better: He should probably remember that.
He looked around and noticed several of the shipmates: An Ordinator, easily known for the Indoril armor, a fidgety Altmer, who seemed extremely anxious, and the Bosmer and Khajiit he had met earlier.
He still had that same sense around them-a sense of destiny. Or at least one of them. He couldn't be sure, it could even just be that he was anxious himself.
After the captain finished his words, Dan quickly slipped away from the rest of the crowd to go to the farthest point from the cabins. As everyone went to their cabins, Dan sat in a spot on the ship and focused, practicing his Mysticism skill.
It had always been his favorite skill, with Conjuration on the side. He would always practice it each night when he felt like doing something other than sleeping. Sure, sleep was a required thing for the human body. But, then again, most didn't know the full extent of the Telvanni magic extending life.
He meditated, watching the fog on the water, wondering exactly what great destiny awaited all of them, and wondering if he would meet the Bosmer and Khajiit and talk to them soon. He might even meet them tonight-he knew he wasn't the only person who would be unable to sleep.
Dan was not the only one who was sitting on the top deck, though Saylo was polishing his armor rather than his magic skills. he had felt sick after a few minutes at sea and had come up to the top deck to relax and get some fresh air, it was also where he had been humming the tune to a less rude song but stopped abruptly when the Breton arrived.
Fauvei was awoken during a dream by the sound of magic and went to investigate. He saw a glow and found the Breton he'd seen earlier practicing.
"I've hear you're good with conjuration, up for a conjuration contest?" he said, flexing his fingers in a bit of a show-offy manner.
Dan smiled at the Dunmer. It was nice to be meeting a friendly face. "Alright, I'm no Diavath Fyr, but I'll try. For starters..." Dan used his mind, and reached into Oblivion, and connected with the first thing he came across. He bound the creature to himself, and brought forward the scamp to the mortal realm. "Your turn," Dan said to the Dunmer, as the former Ordinator watched in mild interest as he polished his armor.
"Scamp, a classic" remarked Fauvei. "Let me see what I've got up my sleeve..." He concentrated and from Oblivion conjured up a Clannfear. It let out a high-pitched squeak and Fauvei laughed heartily, cracking his knuckles. "I'm just gettin' started Breton."
"So am I," stated Dan, as he released the scamp back into Oblivion, and reached out again. He felt his mind connect with yet another Daedra, much stronger, and pulled it through. He brought forth a Frost Atronach. "You know, let's not do Daedroths or Ogrims. They would probably bring the whole ship down."
Laria tried to sleep, but was a little bit scared with all the strange noise around her. She knew what magic was, but didn't like it. It was too mysterious and dangerous...
She waited in her hammock for the next morning.
"Ha ha ha ha, yes we wouldn't want that then." chuckled Fauvei. He gave the Clannfear a pat on the head and sent it back home. This time he reached out for an even stronger Daedroth, and pulled to him a Golden Saint. "Splendid!" he exclaimed, "My Favorite!"
"You are really good at this. Alright, I've got something, give me a second..." Dan concentrated extremely, racking his mind as he went through Oblivion, looking through all the creatures, until finally finding what he was looking for. "Here's something not even a Golden Saint can stand up to," Dan said as he summoned an Xivilai from Oblivion.
"By the way, I've got a couple of soul gems. Let's not put these summonings to waste, ok? Seeing your skill, you've probably got one last thing, and we don't want to waste these kind of souls."
Saylo watched the 2 conjurers summon all manor of things from oblivion. and he looked on in fear as one summoned a Xivilai. "I came here to get away from anything that would remind me of the oblivion crisis" he looked at his arm and remembered how painful it was when bones broke, and if Daedra had bones. when the Xivilai was sent back to oblivion Saylo sighed, he wanted to test his theory, and throw that Xivilai overboard for the sack of Ald Ruhn.
"Very impressive, hmm how could I possibly beat a Xivilai?" He pondered this, and realized that a Xivilai was the most powerful thing he had in his repertoire, so he conjured up a Dremora, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Well, that was fun. good show Dan. mind you I'm but a mere journeyman in Mysticism..."
"Don't worry about it, I could teach you a bit of Mysticism. In Yokuda, some magic might be a life-saver. I'm pretty good with Mysticism and Conjuration, and I know how to shoot some shock spells, but that's pretty much it." Dan soul trapped his Xivilai and took its soul.
"If any of you need me, I think I'll go to my room and practice some more. Fauvei, take this amulet. It should help you with your Mysticism. Found it lying on the ground in the streets at port, but I didn't need it." With that, Dan tossed the amulet to Fauvei, and teleported to his room.
What a nice fellow thought Fauvei. He slipped it around his neck and felt his mysticism empowered. He looked at it, it was a nice shiny blue diamond-shape, and the reflection of the moons twinkled in it. He trapped his Dremora's soul and walked back to his bunk. Azura, Moon-and Star, guide me on this journey oh sweet mother. he prayed, as his mother had taught him, while untying his shoes and slipping into his hammock for bed.
Saylo walked around a bit, then after a few minutes decided to find Captain Windjammer, a Bosmer was patrolling the ship so Saylo asked him; "Hey, do you know where I can find Windjammer?" the Bosmer looked irritated and replied, "Captain Windjammer has retired to his quarters, but I can help you with whatever problem you have" Adrahil made certain to emphasize captain and whatever problem you have. Saylo tried not to show his vast irritation at the captain's assistant, "I was wondering how long it will take to arrive in Yokuda, and if you guys know where it is or are just sailing in the general direction."
Adrahil smiled and nodded at Saylo. "Certainly, muthsera." He retrieved a "B5"-sized sheet of paper from his pocket and on it there were some notes and a chart, both in minuscule size font. "Assuming that we are only two leagues due west from Thras and eight leagues north, we are probably nigh on ready to enter the bulk of the Eltheric Ocean. Asclepius is the head of academic duties and is probably the fiercest scholar and magician on the ship, so I'd ask him. I'd hazard a guess at about three weeks or more..."
Valmir felt himself start to slip into a light sleep. 'Wake UP' he told himself. He knew he couldn't fall asleep. Not now, not with this feeling. He pulled the invisible bag from it's hiding spot. Valmir cast a spell that turned the whole area green for only a second. The bag appeared suddenly in his lap. He opened the bag and started looking through the large quantity of vials. He knew the one he was looking for. It was a mix of some very rare ingredients. 'Ah here we go' he thought only hoping he would find replacement ingredients in Yokuda. He drank the potion and was instantly awake, wide awake. He hadn't tried this recipe too much in his travels as its ingredients where so hard to come by, but at this moment he felt justified to use the potion. Valmir just hoped its effect wouldn't wear off too soon. He cast another spell on the bag and it disappeared again. Stashing it in its hiding place he had an idea. 'Yes' he thought, 'that should do the trick nicely' A second latter, he also disappeared. All that was left in the room was a faint sound of a beating heart, a sound only audible only to the best of hunters.
Dan sat in his room, quietly practicing his Mysticism skills. He went into the all-too-familiar state of mind, and used a powerful Detect Life.
He saw the several people on the ship, identifiable by their sizes. He saw the tall Altmer grabbing and drinking something, then using a spell. He saw the Dunmer he had met, sound asleep. The Bosmer was looking at his room above, apparently disturbed by his magic. He didn't see the Khajiit anywhere.
He then heard two people talking outside, and went out to them.
Laria couldn't sleep at all and decided to leave her room. She wasn't a night-creature and used to the sun. But this was the first night on the ship and everybody was excited.
She looked at the stars and wondered what they meant. She didn't know anything about them. The only thing she knew where the moons Masser and Secunda.
Fauvei was awoken by another mysterious nightmare, in it a giant Redguard walked towards him, in his right hand was a huge golden key. in his left hand was a tower. the Redguard set down the tower and hordes of odd creatures poured out. the Redguard pointed at the key. but before Fauvei could answer, he was overwhelmed by the creatures. He awoke and let out a scream, muffled by the pillow over his face. He drank some mead he had in his pack to calm his nerves. while most of his companions back home hated the stuff, he had picked it up in his travels in Skyrim, and loved it ever since. He decided to try and go back to sleep, but first to write down his dream so he could perhaps ask a scholar in the morning. When finished, he lied back down but couldn't sleep, he simply sat awake in his hammock. By Azura, what's wrong with me he muttered while sipping more mead.
When Dan went outside his room, he realized something very important-there weren't any people there. He looked around, wondering where the voices had come from, then realized the answer: The wind had carried the voices of people on the whole other side of the ship to him. He wondered why he hadn't thought of this before, when he looked in the water.
The fog made it hard to see, and the dark didn't help, but the effects of his Detect Life were still working, and he saw something in the water. It wasn't human...and judging by the teeth he saw, it wasn't friendly either. He immediately ran to the captain's cabin, wondering why trouble seemed to follow him everywhere.
Saylo went back too his hammock too lay down. he heard someone moving around and rolled over making it very clear that he was irritated.
Dan heard a noise from the Ordinators room. He was clearly irritated, but that he would thank him later. He ran down the ship, making his way as fast as he could to the captain's cabin, but then he saw it again, in the water, and this time not with his Detect Life. He had only read about these things, but if it was really what he thought it was, they could all be doomed. As he looked at the creature swimming in the water, he tripped on a stair and landed, out cold, with a large thump.
While opening up a second bottle of mead, Fauvei was alarmed by running and a thump, he was so shook up he spilled a little on the floor and his hammock. Who's the Fetcher making this ruckus! he shouted. as he walked towards the source of the noise, he found the friendly Breton Dan lying on the ground. he quickly cast a restore health spell on him, not knowing whether or not he was wounded or simply knocked out.
Saylo awoke to aloud thump, "By ALMSIVI, I swear I will stab the next person who-" he stopped in front of the stairs. "oh, crud" he looked at the form of Dan who had fallen moments before. he knelt down and placed his hand on the Breton's back and cast a weak healing spell. "-freaking masters of magic and he can't even walk up stairs." he mumbled under his breath.
The first thing Dan felt was the peculiar, calming sensation of healing magic, then he looked up and saw Fauvei looking down at him. "Ow, my head, what am I...-" Then, Dan remembered everything. He tried to get up and run, but he had hurt his leg in the fall. "Help me get to the captain! I have to get there now!" He looked around, and fell again, and noticed the Ordinator behind him as well. He told them both, "You have to help me get to the captain! Its an emergency, and I hurt my leg! I can't get there myself, and if I don't, we're all doomed! Please!"
Fauvei put Dan around his shoulder and carried him off to the captains room. He wasn't sure the urgency, but trusted him, and figured he owed him for the shiny amulet, still around his neck. unfortunately, the mead did make him a bit clumsy, but he burst into Windjammer's office, slowing setting down Dan and panting...
While Fauvei carried Dan off the ordinator ran back to his room, putting on his boots and grabbing his sword. he rushed back across the ship to the captains room and arrived just as Fauvei was setting dan down. Saylo mentally ran through every emergency at sea that he could think of: psychopath, leak, storm, pirates, sea monster...
Fauvei tried to form an intelligible sentence while half-drunk and panting...
"captain...(hic)... I think dan.. has somaaaaathing to (hic) warn...about"
Strangely enough, Saloman was awake and ready, and so were Adrahil, Everard, Asclepius, Marlon and a few others. "Yes, yes... we saw it too," uttered Everard in a low voice. "Come in, come in!" added Marlon in a hoarse and stressed voice. Within an instant, Adrahil had produced chairs and Asclepius lazily waved a small but long ebony and mithril wand around, moving away a large bear hide which was being used as a mat, and had opened a trapdoor.
"First we will discuss what to do about the group of Pyandoneans surrounding us, and secondly, we shall retrieve some four-score of harpoons, spears and crossbows from the armory."
Saylo had to make a conscious effort to not let his mouth fall open. "uh, should I wake everyone or not, 'cuz I'm gonna get my armor anyways..."
Valmir had been intensely focused on the door to his cabin, when the noise had broke out. He debated weather to leave his post or not to find out what was going on as it sounded serious. Quickly he formulated a plan to guard his cabin from intruders. A few spells and seconds later he had extracted 3 vials from his bag placing them in his traveling pouch. Stashing his bag again, he got his sword and staff and attached them to his back. He secured his dagger to his side and went to the door of his cabin. Concentrating, he pulled a Daedroth to his room. It stood there massive enough to almost fill the cabin. Had the nights events not been so serious, he might have allowed himself a chuckle, as the scene was some what comical.
Closing the door firmly behind him and binding the door with strong magic, he speed of towards the sound of the noise. By the time he had gotten there, the troop of people had already gotten to the captain's chambers. He made his way through the door and saw several people gathered including one injured. "May I be of assistance Gentlemen?" he asked still not knowing the situation.
Laria turned around when she heard a strange noise and looked around the corner. There stood someone, or something... She didn't know what it was, but it was clear that it was dangerous. Suddenly she heard many voices screaming and the creature went inside their cabin. As soon he was inside, Laria ran to the captain's chambers. As a Bosmer, she made no noise, until she arrived at the chambers. It seemed she was not the only one who had noticed the creature.
"It's in my cabin!" she screamed. "I don't know where Berelanai is, maybe she is inside!"
"Slow down my dear, what prey tell is in your cabin?" One of the people in the room told him that they were being invaded by the Pyandoneans. He couldn't tell who had said so with all the commotion in the room.
"Pyandoneans!??? I thought their entire fleet had been destroyed by the Psijic Order years ago. We must make haste in any case."
He brandished his staff and led the men out of the room leaving Laria, and the injured Breton there by themselves.
"Huzzah!, let's show those n'wahs!" yelled Fauvei as he marched along with Valmir having now pretty much sobered up. He brandished his frost-enchanted dagger, which he called Falus as he cast a magical shield around himself.
Dan looked over at the Wood Elf. "Well, we are talking now, but it isn't in the best of situations...my name is Dan. And I plan on helping with this." Dan immediately got up, ran as fast as he could, and, magic at the ready, pulled his katana. Calling back, he yelled, "I'm sorry, by the way, if the conjuration earlier had disturbed you. I'll make up for it later." By the time he rounded the corner, the whole ship was on high alert.
As he was running, he felt in his pocket to make sure the notes he wrote about his dream were still there. To his horror, he found nothing there. He panicked, as he turned around he saw it, still perfectly folded up on the deck. Dan was headed straight for it. he shouted "NO, STOP" but it was too late, he kicked it off the edge. Fauvei jumped and caught it right before it hit the water, then grabbed onto the side of the boat just barely holding on. He kissed the note and put it into his pocket, slowly climbing back up the hull of the ship. down in the water he saw movement in the reflection of the moons...
Valmir got to the afore mentioned cabin first. Opening the door he quickly surveyed the situation. There huddled in the corner, unconscious by the look of it, was a member of the traveling party he had not yet met and a very large Pyandonean about ready to finish the job he had started. Valmir had no time to wonder how this crew of Pyandoneans had survived the storm that literally destroyed the strongest navel fleet to record. With deadly accuracy, he pointed the staff at the intruder. Instantly fire, ice and lightning flashed in two bolts directly into the Pyandoneans head. The Pyandonean fell gracelessly with a thud to the floor.
"Spread out if you are strong enough, there will be more and we must stop them before they kill someone. If you are not a warrior, stay close to some one who is!" Valmir shouted to the rest of the hunting party.
He walked to the downed traveling companion and cast an immensely strong healing spell. Berelanai woke as if from a deep sleep and tried to gain (his) feet.
"Ah Ah Ah, you were just attacked, the effects of the spell I cast will leave you a little weak," He pulled one of his potions from his pouch, "drink this and you will feel better shortly. I will magically lock your door, stay here and rest for a while."
Valmir strode across the room locking the door behind him with the same spell he had used earlier on his own door.\
"We must find them all, Spread out or stick with me or Fauvei or Dan. I don't know the rest of you but we must drive them from the ship or we are all lost!"
Valmir Put his staff back on his shoulder and pulled his sword. Drinking a powerful restore magicka potion, as the restore health spell had left him a little drained, he headed to the deck for what appeared would be one hell of a fight.
Fauvei was impressed by Valmir's dispatch of the Pyandonean, he wanted to clap, but realized there was little time. "Be warned," he shouted, "I've spotted one in the water, stay away from the sides of the ship." he could see in the distance a faint sliver of the sun starting to rise.
Saylo had his armor on in moments. "I've spotted one in the water" Fauvei shouted. Saylo ran on deck and drew his sword. a Pyandonean was leaning over the side of the deck motioning to the others. Saylo pulled the Pyandonean's sword out of his sheath. the boarder was caught off guard and turned around just in time to watch as the ordinator drove the commandeered sword through its owners skull.
Dan ran up the edge of the boat, watching the others fighting the boarding party attacking the boat. Then, he felt wind on his back, and turned to see one of them, barely missing him. Dan pulled out his katana, and sliced at the enemy.
He kept up the fight, swinging his sword at the enemy fighter, until his sword was knocked out of his hands. The fighter pulled back his sword, and began to swing at Dan. Suddenly, Dan disappeared in a mist of purple smoke. The fighter confused, didn't notice Dan reappear behind him until it was too late. Dan grabbed him by the head, and used a fire spell, and held on to him. Within moments, the man was burnt to a crisp and fell to the deck. "One down, many more to go," said Dan as he picked up his katana and continued the fight.
In the mist, neither the Windjammer nor the Pyandoneans had seen the Red-Fang in the chaos. Largot jumped down from the mast, landing with a crash on the Windjammer's deck and cutting one of them down. Marduk rained arrows down on the Pyandoneans, hitting many but only killing one or two. Largot yelled, "Head shots, not pincushions!" And spun around, slicing one in half. He looked around and sighed with relief. Mages.
He winced as a disarmed Pyandonean tried to punch him in the face, but broke his fingers on his ebony mask. He punched him back, breaking his skull and knocking him overboard. He saw an Ordinator and winced, but still threw his dagger at the Pyandonean running at him.
"Marduk! Give the Mercs some spears and throw them into the raider's boats!"
Dan continued to fight the Pyandoneans, learning that telekinesis was a useful spell on a ship with tons of heavy boxes. He reflected on how most people consider mysticism hard and somewhat useless, as he moved a box and sent several enemy attackers flying into the water.
He noticed that someone he hadn't seen before was fighting the Pyandoneans, and he was sure that this person hadn't been on the ship. Suddenly, a Pyandonean rushed at the person from behind. "Look out!" Dan used telekinesis to move the person aside, and then he used a shock spell that sent the Pyandonean flying to the horizon.
He then looked around and realized, as much as they were doing well, if there were a whole crew of Pyandoneans, they were outnumbered. He then got an idea, and he summoned a Dremora Lord. "Summon Daedra if you can! We need all the help we can get!" He said as the Dremora, happy to have some battling, ran over and got a Pyandonean in the chest.
Laria had pulled out her dagger. She wasn't a warrior, so she tried to stay close to the ones who were. First she ran behind Dan, but switched now and then between Saylo, Fauvei, ... She was surprised by a big Human, well he looked Human, who jumped on deck. She didn't fear him, she saw he was fighting on their side.
Suddenly she realized that Berelanai wasn't with them and she ran to the cabin. She knew that Valmir had closed the door, so she stayed to guard it. Laria knocked.
"Berelanai? Are you alright?" she asked
Valmir was one of the last to make it to the deck as he had forgotten his shield in his cabin and needed more potion. He noticed a large vessel along side the Windjammer that appeared to be volleying arrows into the boats of the boarding parties. 'Welcome help' he thought to him self gripping tighter on his sword. He also noticed a Dremora lord reeking havoc on the boarding parties lucky enough to make it through the barrage of arrows. He debated whether or not the release his Daedroth guardian down below. It was a short debate as was the necessity.
Reaching deep into his mind he brought forth a Storm Atronach. Standing 9 feet tall, the Atronach was intimidating to any that may feel its electric grasp.
About this time the first Pyandonean reached Valmir taking a large swing with a battle axe. Valmir repelled the attack with his shield sending most of the damage back to the attacker. In the same motion, he plunged his fire sword deep into the belly of the oncomer and flames burst from every orifice of the unfortunate Pyandonean, lighting up the whole deck. Valmir moved swiftly to the edge of the boat and began casting powerful 20 foot wide fire balls at the boats trying to reach the Windjammer. If the initial blast didn't kill them the boat being on fire was sure to do the trick.
About four boats had been burnt to a crisp when someone yelled "PORT SIDE THE'R COMIN' ABOUT" They had been trapped into focusing their defense on only one side of the boat.
"DAN FOLLOW ME, THE REST OF YOU DEFEND THIS SIDE OF THE SHIP!" Valmir yelled out over the roar of the battle. Valmir new that he would need a conjurer to effectively repel the attack on the port side of the ship. He pulled two potions from his pouch and threw one to Dan downing the one he had as he flew to the aid of the Port side defense.
"Drink it, it will restore your magicka, health and make you feel rested for the rest of the fight, it will also fortify your magicka and health. The effect should last the rest of the fight." or at least he hoped it would last the rest of the fight for if it didn't, he feared they may all be doomed.
Dan grabbed the potion and, quickly drinking it, followed Valmir to the other side of the boat. He saw several ships were gathering on the other side of the boat. He and Valmir began fighting the boarders, and their Dremora Lord and Storm Atronach began to kill them, the Dremora running them through, and the Storm Atronach either sending them flying with his attacks, or simply shocking them until there was nothing left.
Dan then saw something in the boats across the water, it looked like a small flame. Did they have a mage? Then the fire flew at them, and as he saw it hit the boat, he realized it was a flaming arrow, and then he saw hundreds on the other side, about to follow their companions. "SOMEONE GET OVER HERE AND PUT OUT THE FIRE!!!" Dan yelled, continuing to fight the boarders. "Valmir! Hold off the boarders! I've got to stop those arrows.
Dan watched the arrows fly, and time seemed to slow as hundreds of arrows sped at the Windjammer. Dan once again slipped into the insanity of his preferred school of magic, and stopped the arrows in their tracks with his telekinesis spell. He then sent them back towards the other ship. "And to think everyone back home thought Mysticism was useless," Dan thought as he watched one of the ships succumb to its own arrows.
"Valmir, with the boarders and ships attacking, we don't stand a chance if we just try to hold them off! Let's get someone else and bring the attack to them! We can only last so long if we only defend."
Fauvei thrust a bolt of frost at the fire on board. "Does anyone have a spare bow and some arrows?" he shouted. He learned much about archery from an old friend named Valtomir, and once killed a Telvanni mercenary for disgracing his family by shooting him from over 200 yards away. He liked to boast that he shot him whilst atop Red Mountain and the victim in Port Telvannis. He turned valiantly towards the ship and using his hand with the hole in it saying "Let's take the fight right to the bastards!" before conjuring and mounting a Winged Twilight.
Saylo ran about mutilating any Pyandoneans that got in his way. another Pyandonean ship pulled along side the windjammer. the ordinator kicked a plank in half that the Pyandoneans where using as a bridge to unload more troops. a arrow scraped across the smooth surface of his left pauldron, causing Saylo to reel back in surprise. "your all dead!" he shouted spotting the Pyandonean archer in the crow's nest. he ran forward, scaling the distance between the two ships in a single leap. 7 Pyandoneans had seen him coming and now had him surrounded, leaving him only two options; fight them all, or go overboard. Naturally he chose the first option he drew his dagger and held it in one hand and his sword in the other.
Largot heard the Dunmer battlemage call for a bow and arrows, now atop a Winged Twilight.. "Marduk! Bow!" He was duly thrown one, and he tossed it to the Battlemage. "Name's Largot. Know how to use that?" He asked, as he was thrown a second bow and a batch of arrows. He strafed aside from a mercifully unlit arrow, and combined his slightly limited archery skill with one of the two spells he knew.
He launched a fire arrow across to one of the boarding craft. It caught on something and the boat went up.
"Bah." He grunted and he threw the bow to someone, he couldn't be sure in the smoke and clamor. He drew again his sword and Jumped next to the Dremora.
"Have we met?" He asked it as he cut one of the raiders down.
"No." It simply said and went on with it's own slaughter.
"I could've sworn- Damn!- I killed you once or twice in the Oblivion Crisis."
"No, that was the one next to me."
Largot continued to fight, his satisfaction growing with every kill, and he finally felt the pressure alleviate. But now he'd stop fighting for himself.
And start fighting for others. The battle raged on.
Whilst atop his beast he caught a bow, thrown by Largot saying "you kidding, I've shot men atop red mountain miiiiiles away! and with my eyes closed! Huzzah!" He shot a paralyze spell at the Pyandoneans and easily picked them off! He dropped down on the ship just as the Winged Twilight returned to Oblivion. He thrust Falus into the heart of one of the s'wits then noticed the ship was on fire!
Dan used a levitation spell and flew over to the Pyandonean boat. He quickly cut down the surprised archer on board as he landed, and cast a fireball at another. He ran across the deck, cutting and burning all the Pyandoneans in his path. Suddenly, he felt something hit him in the back, and he fell to the deck floor.
The Pyandonean mage smiled. He hadn't thought it would take such a simple paralysis spell to take down such a powerful mage. He slowly pulled out his sword, one he had taken long ago in an attack on a Psijic ship. He pulled back his sword, and swung at the Breton. Suddenly, the Breton immediately got up, dodged his sword, and ran him through with his katana.
Dan got right in the Pyandonean's face, and said to him, "I'm a Breton, you idiot...I resisted your magic!" He then cast a long duration fireball spell at the Pyandonean, and threw him, still flaming, towards the ship. Dan had to jump off the quickly burning ship, and landed in the water. He saw Fauvei on a Winged Twilight in the air. "Fauvei! Help me here!"
Fauvei heard a voice, sounded Breton, screaming for help in the water. He conjured up another Winged Twilight, mounted it and ducked down between the chaos. Dan grabbed onto the tail of the beast and it let out a screech of pain. They both managed to get back on deck safely. "By Azura, anything else I can do for ya Dan?" he said laughingly, watching the Pyandonean's ship, almost totally covered in flames.
Dan stood there, and thought for a second, and then said, "I don't need anything else, but you just gave me an idea..." Dan summoned a Winged Twilight himself, and, jumping on the back of it, flew over the enemy ships, bombarding them with fireballs and sending them into the water. He flew back down, and landed next to Fauvei and the battle, which was pushing in their favor.
"Well, that takes care of all those ships, but I wonder where their flag ship-there it is!" Dan shouted as he saw the last seven ships, along with the flag ship itself.
"Alright, let's finish those last ones!" Dan said, alongside the captain and the summonings his fellow captains had made. "Be careful, I'm sure that flag ship has a pretty tough captain." Dan flew along on the Winged Twilight, flying above the flag ship, when his summoning disappeared, the spell's effect ending. "Darn it!" Dan cried as he fell on the flag ship, and was knocked out cold.
The Pyandoneans on the flag ship took the knocked out Breton, and showed him to the captain, who was a Redguard who looked like he had gone to Oblivion and lived there for the whole of the Oblivion crisis. He ordered for the Breton to be tossed into the holding cells, and kept there for the rest of the battle.
Windjammer leaped from the mast of his ship, four throwing axes at his belt, a javelin in one hand and a scimitar in the other. He came flying down, and steadied himself with a little levitation. Landing on the enemy ship, he crashed his feet into the head of a Pyandonean who writhed on the ground, convulsing in pain, his neck and spine snapped like a twig. The javelin was loosed from Saloman's hand and hurtled toward the head of another warrior.
Saloman drew his axes, using them in melee. A Pyandonean, in some heavy armor, with Sload-like runes advanced. "I am General Jorelo! Mortal, face me now, for otherwise, King Orgnum Satakal will crush you himself!"
Dodging a slash, Saloman ducked and rolled, losing an axe to kill another enemy in the back of the head. He crumpled to the deck. "Well, Jorelo! You haven't faced Saloman Windjammer!" He ducked again, then stood and leaped. With inhuman speed, the Elf continued his assault on Saloman, who only narrowly repelled each attack.
"Saloman, son of Amiel!" shouted Jorelo who fitfully began to attack faster and faster. A slash caught Saloman in the arm and he was sent flying by the momentum. He crashed, but mustered the energy to drink from a flask of health potion. Saloman threw his axe and it lodged itself in Jorelo's head. He screamed in pain, then pulled the axe out.
At that moment, something strange happened. The Pyandoneans began to retreat. Their forces were gaining the upper hand, and their ships broke free. Two out of seven had been sunken. A thought popped into the captain's head.
They were going to race the Windjammer and the Red-Fang to Yokuda.