Wrath of Fate:
Chapter the First:
Blood and Seawater
"Lord Hector!"
A voice from above the deck reached Hector's ears.
"An enemy fleet is just a few leagues ahead. They've spotted us!"
Hector face twisted with bloodlust and rage. He walked up to the front of the deck and took out a telescope. True enough the enemy fleet was there. Increasing speed toward their vessels.
"Open fire once they get in range! They must not reach the transport ships!" Hector shouted.
"Yes milord." Replied the captain. He had one of the sailors flag the message to the other ships.
On all the ships preparations were made. Cannons were aligned, ballistae were loaded and archers lined the sides of the ships.
The fleet from Ivalice was almost within range. They were ready for battle.
"Spill their blood on the ocean! Let the sharks eat their corpses! Fire!" Hector shouted.
A unified war cry rose from the whole Ostian fleet as cannons were fired and bolts were propelled into enemy sails.
"General Voltaire, the third patrol fleet seems to be engaged with Ostian vessels. Twenty warships and around one hundred transport ships."
General Voltaire exited from his tent. He walked up to the shoreline and took out a telescope. He peered into it for a while. After a few moments he put it down.
"Lieutenant, have we had any contact with Ostia lately?"
"No sir. Their kingdom isolated itself after the death of their late ruler, Lord Uther."
"I see. Go send a runner to Warjilis. Have him contact our allies in the camp there. Tell them that Ostia is here for war."
"Isn't that a bit too much to judge, sir?"
"They have no other reason to bring at least one thousand soldiers, do they? Now go tell that runner what I told you. Then have the others get ready. We'll leave this camp. A shoreline battle will be hopeless. We'll ambush them in the forest north northwest of here." The general said.
"Yes sir." The lieutenant sped of across the sandy shore.
The fifth enemy ship went down. Five left, half the fleet. The battle swung in the favor of Ostia. It had been that way since the start of the battle.
"Lord Hector! The Astral has been sunk!" shouted one of the sailors.
Hector cursed under his breath. Suddenly, from behind him a dozen screams pierced the air. Hector spun about to see what was going on. They had been boarded and a very fearsome fellow was now standing where at least four of his sailors should have been.
He was very tall, at least seven feet. He had an axe to rival a berserker's and had seven multi-colored orbs in orbit around his torso.
Several sailors were trying to take him down but it wasn't working.
Hector rushed at the enemy. He raised his axe to chop his head off when suddenly; he was pushed across the ship by a sudden and very fast gust of wind. He soon realized that the man standing on his ship was a geomancer, a magic wielder who got his power by praying to the earth, some sort of animism.
Hector slung Wolf Beil on his belt and took out a hand axe. He aimed carefully waiting for when his guard was down. Then when the moment was right he threw the hand axe at the geomancer. It sliced cleanly between his head and shoulders and flew back to Hector in one silent motion. The target didn't even have the chance to see what hit him.
Then, the rest of the enemy ships rushed onto theirs. Their attack was soon stopped though. It was a halfhearted assault marked by fear and hesitation.
When the fight on Hector's ship was over, Hector realized that the fight around them had seized as well. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Full speed ahead! Waste no time!" Hector shouted.
The fleet opened their sails to the fullest and began patching up the parts that had been torn.
I've edited the first chapter due to some errors regarding the names of the nations… hehe…anyway read and review