Lookintoforever
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Oh good lord tweetsie 
Knights of Narnia
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Twilightdryadhobbit
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Lookintoforever said:here is something for you pirates....
Ohh, I'm scared. What say you to a nice...... flame torch?!!!! We pirates be far advanced.....
QueenAravis48 said:here's a little present for ye bloody knights
Nice try! I know a pirate's remains when I see them! Besides, that is the mark of an arrow head in the cheek there. You pirates will try anything for propaganda purposes...
Lookintoforever
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Thedryadhobbit said:
What say YOU to a nice pot of boiling oil over the head???
Dog! begone!
Lookintoforever
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alright pirate first mate, lay down your arms and enter the castle.
you will not be harmed.... I give you my word of honor as Queen.
you will not be harmed.... I give you my word of honor as Queen.
Lookintoforever
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you have my word...
now,
the problem is that your pirates are attempting to use cowardly means to defeat us.
attacking at night instead of when we are here to fight.
I am begining to think i am right in saying Aslan would not approve of your methods...
what say you?
now,
the problem is that your pirates are attempting to use cowardly means to defeat us.
attacking at night instead of when we are here to fight.
I am begining to think i am right in saying Aslan would not approve of your methods...
what say you?
Lookintoforever
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We have an agreement.
In Aslan's name I thank you.
You may return to your ship.
In Aslan's name I thank you.
You may return to your ship.
Lookintoforever
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I am sorry....
but thanks for not letting ur mates get outa hand.
-on character
{watches queenaravis48 row away}
I am sorry....
but thanks for not letting ur mates get outa hand.
-on character
{watches queenaravis48 row away}
Machiathemarshwiggle
First Mate
Aye, sorry if I tried to attack ye thread when there be no knights about... ARRRRRR!!!! (Rows away singing Fifteen men on a dead men's chest)
Lookintoforever
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it alright.. just honor the agreement remember Aslan is watching ALL of you.
I must go to dinner my brave knights but I shall return in time.
the blessings of Aslan upon you all.
I must go to dinner my brave knights but I shall return in time.
the blessings of Aslan upon you all.
Morning report
The breeze whistles through the crenellations of the fortress of the Knights of Narnia while the eastern sky lightens. The Knights, up since well before dawn, have broken their fast and are now manning their defenses in anticipation of the pirate's attack. Prince of the West, OST, strategic advisor to Queen LookIntoForever, walks the battlements to check the defenses. He steps around the three 18-pound cannon that look out over the approach to the harbor; beneath them sleep the exhausted gunners who spent most of the night hoisting the massive guns to the top of the tower. The Prince lets them sleep - they may be needed soon enough.
A clanking of chain gets his attention, and he looks down to see the drawbridge dropping. With a clatter of hooves, two companies of swift Parthian horsemen thunder out to gallop up the road toward the northern coast. Just as planned. Since all seems calm, the Prince retires to the chamber atop the tower to write his report to the Queen.
Your Majesty, the pirates seem to have honored their agreement through the night, so we have suffered no treachery. This has given us time to bolster our defenses. I believe we are prepared for them, though I have a few concerns.
The Prince pauses to dip his quill and ponder. The morning air is still.
My primary concern has been the pirate's seeming ability to teleport from their ship into or near our fortress. We have not been able to discover by what magic they are able accomplish this, though we think it had something to do with the monkey. At any rate, we have asked some centaurs to cast some anti-teleportation charms around the fortress and village. This will not necessarily prevent them from suddenly appearing in our vicinity, but if they do, then we will know that teleportation can be done from their ship to our fortress - in which case, it will be possible for us to do it in the other direction. Thus, if they appear at our gate with cutlasses and pistols, then we can appear on their deck with some very nasty surprises (such as torches) So, whether the centaur's anti-teleportation charms work, or the pirates just want to avoid retaliation in kind, hopefully we'll force them to come at us the old fashioned way.
Again the Prince pauses, then takes out another piece of parchment.
A brief word regarding sailing ships, your Majesty. Formidable though they may seem, they have two major weaknesses. One is the age-old enemy of all wooden vessels: fire. Above the waterline, a sailing ship is but sun-dried wood hung about with worn canvas and tarred rope - essentially an inferno waiting to happen. The other weakness is their decks. Wooden ships are built to fight at sea, which means firing horizontally at other ships. As such, they strengthen their hulls to withstand the pounding of cannonshot. But a ship cannot be built that strong all over, so some of the other portions are built with less strength. An example is the decks, which are designed to hold what is on them but no more. While a ship's sides may be able to withstand a moderate-range barrage of nine pound shot, a man with a hammer can tear through a deck.
This explains our first line of defense. Thanks to the heroic effort of our gunners and knights, we now have three 18-pound cannon near the top of our highest tower. These guns give us a sweep over the entire harbor and approach, and give the pirates a problem that they will be unable to ignore, monkey or not: plunging shot. From this height, our cannonfire will be, essentially, dropping into their ship. This means it will be avoiding their strengthened hull walls and smashing through their weaker decks and inner bulkheads. A few rounds of plunging shot can hole their ship quickly - after which they'll be too busy bailing to man their cannon. We also hope to have another surprise for them: heated shot. When cannonballs have been heated red-hot, they start fires when they embed in wooden timber. Now, we don't have proper shot-heating furnaces, and our gunners are unskilled in handling heated shot (putting a red-hot iron ball into a barrel loaded with powder is a very tricky operation), but we have some makeshift firepits set up and will be attempting some training later today.
Grumbling, the Prince casts aside the cheap Bic quill he's been using and rummages in the desk drawer. Finding an older but serviceable Parker quill, he continues.
In case the pirates stand off the harbor and instead try a small-boat landing somewhere along the coast, we have squads of swift Parthian cavalry patroling the coastline. They are armed only with bows and scimitars, but they can act as a brief deterrent to even a heavy assault while help is summoned. So we have at least some defense against assault by sea (i.e. a harbor attack) and by land (a landing).
The sky outside is lightening. The Prince thoughtfully chews on the end of his quill, then has to spit out the shreds of feathers. "Forgot I was working with this low-tech medium", he mutters to himself. "Ah, for my keyboard!" He ponders his next words; they will be difficult.
This does not negate the seriousness of our position, your Majesty. Swift and keen-eyed as the Parthians are, there is a lot of coastline to cover. Furthermore, none among us but the Parthian King speaks Parthian, so we cannot communicate effectively with them. And our cannon, though formidable, are mounted in sites that were never designed for cannon, so training and aiming will be unwieldy. Though the pirates will not be foolish enough to anchor under our guns, they might be able to sweep quickly into the harbor, do some damage, and flee.
The pirates are an interesting foe. There is no denying their valor and skill with a blade, but they seem fractious and lacking in strategy. They attack, but do not press their advantage. They are loyal to a fault, but their leadership seems sketchy. They have a weakness for dumb beasts (at least monkeys) but are cruel to humans. They brush but do not floss. I only wish I could figure out what they wanted. Pirates are thieves - but there is nothing in the fortress or the village for them to take. So why do they attack? Pride? Simply to prove their mettle? Such motivations rarely survive the first broadside. To take the fortress or village? If so, they have ceased to be pirates and have become invaders.
The Prince paused to send a page for a cup of tea. It was full light now, and past time to send his report to the Queen. He dipped his quill to compose the end of his report.
I wish I could say that we've seen the last of them, but that is surely too much to hope for. Our lookouts are scanning the horizon for any sign of sail. The tracking probe embedded in their ship ceased to transmit postion and audible signal last night; we're hoping this was because they sailed out of range. With luck, if they return we will be able to pick up that signal again. We were getting some interesting snippets of conversation last night - not enough to make sense, but something. For example, they seemed to be having difficulty with some kind of 'ites' (as they called them) - perhaps termites? Their captain didn't seem to be around much. They discussed plans to bathe, which would be both surpising and delightful - we nearly had to fumigate the place after their visit yesterday. There also seems to be some sort of throat ailment going around the crew. Perhaps if they return they would be willing to negotiate (Or "parlais", as they seem to prefer. Their penchant for French is mystifying, given that they can barely speak English.)
May Aslan preserve us all from this scourge. I will apprise you as circumstances develop. Until then, I remain
Your Obedient Servant,
Prince of the West, OST, BS, ODBC, JRE, etc.
The breeze whistles through the crenellations of the fortress of the Knights of Narnia while the eastern sky lightens. The Knights, up since well before dawn, have broken their fast and are now manning their defenses in anticipation of the pirate's attack. Prince of the West, OST, strategic advisor to Queen LookIntoForever, walks the battlements to check the defenses. He steps around the three 18-pound cannon that look out over the approach to the harbor; beneath them sleep the exhausted gunners who spent most of the night hoisting the massive guns to the top of the tower. The Prince lets them sleep - they may be needed soon enough.
A clanking of chain gets his attention, and he looks down to see the drawbridge dropping. With a clatter of hooves, two companies of swift Parthian horsemen thunder out to gallop up the road toward the northern coast. Just as planned. Since all seems calm, the Prince retires to the chamber atop the tower to write his report to the Queen.
Your Majesty, the pirates seem to have honored their agreement through the night, so we have suffered no treachery. This has given us time to bolster our defenses. I believe we are prepared for them, though I have a few concerns.
The Prince pauses to dip his quill and ponder. The morning air is still.
My primary concern has been the pirate's seeming ability to teleport from their ship into or near our fortress. We have not been able to discover by what magic they are able accomplish this, though we think it had something to do with the monkey. At any rate, we have asked some centaurs to cast some anti-teleportation charms around the fortress and village. This will not necessarily prevent them from suddenly appearing in our vicinity, but if they do, then we will know that teleportation can be done from their ship to our fortress - in which case, it will be possible for us to do it in the other direction. Thus, if they appear at our gate with cutlasses and pistols, then we can appear on their deck with some very nasty surprises (such as torches
) So, whether the centaur's anti-teleportation charms work, or the pirates just want to avoid retaliation in kind, hopefully we'll force them to come at us the old fashioned way.Again the Prince pauses, then takes out another piece of parchment.
A brief word regarding sailing ships, your Majesty. Formidable though they may seem, they have two major weaknesses. One is the age-old enemy of all wooden vessels: fire. Above the waterline, a sailing ship is but sun-dried wood hung about with worn canvas and tarred rope - essentially an inferno waiting to happen. The other weakness is their decks. Wooden ships are built to fight at sea, which means firing horizontally at other ships. As such, they strengthen their hulls to withstand the pounding of cannonshot. But a ship cannot be built that strong all over, so some of the other portions are built with less strength. An example is the decks, which are designed to hold what is on them but no more. While a ship's sides may be able to withstand a moderate-range barrage of nine pound shot, a man with a hammer can tear through a deck.
This explains our first line of defense. Thanks to the heroic effort of our gunners and knights, we now have three 18-pound cannon near the top of our highest tower. These guns give us a sweep over the entire harbor and approach, and give the pirates a problem that they will be unable to ignore, monkey or not: plunging shot. From this height, our cannonfire will be, essentially, dropping into their ship. This means it will be avoiding their strengthened hull walls and smashing through their weaker decks and inner bulkheads. A few rounds of plunging shot can hole their ship quickly - after which they'll be too busy bailing to man their cannon. We also hope to have another surprise for them: heated shot. When cannonballs have been heated red-hot, they start fires when they embed in wooden timber. Now, we don't have proper shot-heating furnaces, and our gunners are unskilled in handling heated shot (putting a red-hot iron ball into a barrel loaded with powder is a very tricky operation), but we have some makeshift firepits set up and will be attempting some training later today.
Grumbling, the Prince casts aside the cheap Bic quill he's been using and rummages in the desk drawer. Finding an older but serviceable Parker quill, he continues.
In case the pirates stand off the harbor and instead try a small-boat landing somewhere along the coast, we have squads of swift Parthian cavalry patroling the coastline. They are armed only with bows and scimitars, but they can act as a brief deterrent to even a heavy assault while help is summoned. So we have at least some defense against assault by sea (i.e. a harbor attack) and by land (a landing).
The sky outside is lightening. The Prince thoughtfully chews on the end of his quill, then has to spit out the shreds of feathers. "Forgot I was working with this low-tech medium", he mutters to himself. "Ah, for my keyboard!" He ponders his next words; they will be difficult.
This does not negate the seriousness of our position, your Majesty. Swift and keen-eyed as the Parthians are, there is a lot of coastline to cover. Furthermore, none among us but the Parthian King speaks Parthian, so we cannot communicate effectively with them. And our cannon, though formidable, are mounted in sites that were never designed for cannon, so training and aiming will be unwieldy. Though the pirates will not be foolish enough to anchor under our guns, they might be able to sweep quickly into the harbor, do some damage, and flee.
The pirates are an interesting foe. There is no denying their valor and skill with a blade, but they seem fractious and lacking in strategy. They attack, but do not press their advantage. They are loyal to a fault, but their leadership seems sketchy. They have a weakness for dumb beasts (at least monkeys) but are cruel to humans. They brush but do not floss. I only wish I could figure out what they wanted. Pirates are thieves - but there is nothing in the fortress or the village for them to take. So why do they attack? Pride? Simply to prove their mettle? Such motivations rarely survive the first broadside. To take the fortress or village? If so, they have ceased to be pirates and have become invaders.
The Prince paused to send a page for a cup of tea. It was full light now, and past time to send his report to the Queen. He dipped his quill to compose the end of his report.
I wish I could say that we've seen the last of them, but that is surely too much to hope for. Our lookouts are scanning the horizon for any sign of sail. The tracking probe embedded in their ship ceased to transmit postion and audible signal last night; we're hoping this was because they sailed out of range. With luck, if they return we will be able to pick up that signal again. We were getting some interesting snippets of conversation last night - not enough to make sense, but something. For example, they seemed to be having difficulty with some kind of 'ites' (as they called them) - perhaps termites? Their captain didn't seem to be around much. They discussed plans to bathe, which would be both surpising and delightful - we nearly had to fumigate the place after their visit yesterday. There also seems to be some sort of throat ailment going around the crew. Perhaps if they return they would be willing to negotiate (Or "parlais", as they seem to prefer. Their penchant for French is mystifying, given that they can barely speak English.)
May Aslan preserve us all from this scourge. I will apprise you as circumstances develop. Until then, I remain
Your Obedient Servant,
Prince of the West, OST, BS, ODBC, JRE, etc.
From: The Lord Surena, aka Parthian King
To: Her Majesty to Queen, loyal subject of Aslan and chief servant of all true Narnians.
Regards by the Lion's Mane!
Majesty, I felt it necessary at this juncture to puntuate the Prince's report with something of my own, especially given the critical nature of our present situation. I intend to inform on troop morale, supplies, and other logistical details that every good commander will desire to know before proceeding with an armed conflict such as this.
The morale among the men is high. Granted, this sleeping in castles thing is new to them, but I must say it can be gotten used to! We are used to the open steppe and the desert, amid the blowing sands, blazing sun, and frigid desert nights. Some of my men are feeling a bit "boxed in," but sleeping one and all, without worrying for attack from any point on the compass is a refreshing change. My only concern is that all this comfort may lead to the troops going a bit soft. I plan on slipping a bit of sand in the stew to make them feel more at home.
Supplies are holding for the moment, but in any pitched battle our arrows can be depleted rather quickly. Are there any loyal dwarves about that might do a bit of fletching? They are terribly handy at such things, and we cannot match them for speed. Fodder supplies are another matter. Something must be done or we cannot count on the horses for more than two more days. Fresh hay is fine, provided the quality is good, but we need plenty of it. As you can see, our steeds are a full 15 hands high--fearsome to be sure, but they sure can put a lot back. The camels are fine with lesser quality, and I do apologize for, well, you know. Perhaps the same breezes that bring our foes hither will benefit us some in that matter.
Majesty, I implore you to remember the nature of my people. What the pirates are at sea, so are we on land. Encirclement and decimation of the foe is out strength; siege and defense rather bores us, though archers are archers, if you follow my meaning. Majesty, let them come! Give me a chance to surround these scurvy dogs, and you shall see what a loyal servant can do!
I tell you, O Queen, that hair shall grow on my palm before those pirates shall enter this place!
Serving thee as long as thou servest the Lion,
The Parthian King
P.S. You may have wondered how that blasted little monkey survived such a hail of arrows. I confess, this is a bit embarassing to admit, but all lies open before you, O Queen. A few of my commanders have brought to my attention the fact that monkeys make wicked jockeys, and are beyond handy when it comes to handling arrows. (They're cute little buggers, too, but you won't find any of my hardened battle warriors admitting that above a whisper and only in the strictest confidence.) In any case, that, Majesty, is why that blasted primate never came close and never will come close to being hit by a Parthian arrow. I am ashamed to admit the sentiment, but more ashamed at the idea that you might think we couldn't hit such a small and active target. Majesty, let such a thought never enter your mind! We hit other such darting and tiny foes for mere sport, and in the early morning before the sleep is wiped from our eyes!
At any rate, is there, perchance, anway of procuring a few of these creatures? It would only help our cause...
To: Her Majesty to Queen, loyal subject of Aslan and chief servant of all true Narnians.
Regards by the Lion's Mane!
Majesty, I felt it necessary at this juncture to puntuate the Prince's report with something of my own, especially given the critical nature of our present situation. I intend to inform on troop morale, supplies, and other logistical details that every good commander will desire to know before proceeding with an armed conflict such as this.
The morale among the men is high. Granted, this sleeping in castles thing is new to them, but I must say it can be gotten used to! We are used to the open steppe and the desert, amid the blowing sands, blazing sun, and frigid desert nights. Some of my men are feeling a bit "boxed in," but sleeping one and all, without worrying for attack from any point on the compass is a refreshing change. My only concern is that all this comfort may lead to the troops going a bit soft. I plan on slipping a bit of sand in the stew to make them feel more at home.
Supplies are holding for the moment, but in any pitched battle our arrows can be depleted rather quickly. Are there any loyal dwarves about that might do a bit of fletching? They are terribly handy at such things, and we cannot match them for speed. Fodder supplies are another matter. Something must be done or we cannot count on the horses for more than two more days. Fresh hay is fine, provided the quality is good, but we need plenty of it. As you can see, our steeds are a full 15 hands high--fearsome to be sure, but they sure can put a lot back. The camels are fine with lesser quality, and I do apologize for, well, you know. Perhaps the same breezes that bring our foes hither will benefit us some in that matter.
Majesty, I implore you to remember the nature of my people. What the pirates are at sea, so are we on land. Encirclement and decimation of the foe is out strength; siege and defense rather bores us, though archers are archers, if you follow my meaning. Majesty, let them come! Give me a chance to surround these scurvy dogs, and you shall see what a loyal servant can do!
I tell you, O Queen, that hair shall grow on my palm before those pirates shall enter this place!
Serving thee as long as thou servest the Lion,
The Parthian King
P.S. You may have wondered how that blasted little monkey survived such a hail of arrows. I confess, this is a bit embarassing to admit, but all lies open before you, O Queen. A few of my commanders have brought to my attention the fact that monkeys make wicked jockeys, and are beyond handy when it comes to handling arrows. (They're cute little buggers, too, but you won't find any of my hardened battle warriors admitting that above a whisper and only in the strictest confidence.) In any case, that, Majesty, is why that blasted primate never came close and never will come close to being hit by a Parthian arrow. I am ashamed to admit the sentiment, but more ashamed at the idea that you might think we couldn't hit such a small and active target. Majesty, let such a thought never enter your mind! We hit other such darting and tiny foes for mere sport, and in the early morning before the sleep is wiped from our eyes!
At any rate, is there, perchance, anway of procuring a few of these creatures? It would only help our cause...
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*BOOM*
"Good! That was closer!" cried the spotter. "Lever it down just a bit - one or two notches at most"
Prince of the West stepped aside as the gun crew scrambled to reload and adjust the aim on the 18 pounder. The last shot had fallen just beyond the target - a battered old dory that had been towed to the center of the harbor - and hopefully the next shot would sink it.
The Prince wandered past the guns, watching the horizon just in case the lookouts weren't paying attention. This was not the best site for a gun placement and now was not the ideal time to be training gunners, but one does what one must. The advantage of their location would mean little if the crews couldn't drop the balls onto the ship. Hmm - and after everyone got reasonably fast with the reloading and accurate with the aiming, they'd have to try it with heated shot. That should give everyone a wake-up call - carelessness with hot iron was a good way for a reloader to lose a hand. Hopefully they could manage a few practice rounds before the pirates came back - if they were coming back. Another scan of the horizon - still no sail.
Looking over the battlements, the Prince could see the Parthians down there spreading across the fields. Unbelievable horsemanship, and the bowmanship was (the Prince grinned evilly) to die for. He was almost hoping the pirates would try a small boat landing. Their muskets might sound impressive, but the smooth-bore guns were inaccurate past fifty feet and hopeless after seventy five. Those Parthians were putting arrows through thick boards at seventy five yards. From galloping horses. Shooting over their shoulders. Astonishing. Of course, the horses were eating the fields bare, and all the hay and oats that could be found for miles around, but if that was the price of having them on the right side, then so be it. He could see dwarfs hammering out arrowheads had biding them to shafts, while the busy hands of fauns fletched the shafts. And over there were the - camels. The Prince shuddered, grateful that he was up at the top of the tower. He sympathized with the fauns, who wanted to shift their work area every time the wind changed direction. Maybe, mused the Prince, I was too harsh on the pirates with those comments about bathing - perhaps it was the camels.
*BOOM* *BOOM*
Another round of cannonfire, and the cheering told him that the gun crews had finally hit the dory. That would bolster their confidence. Now they had to keep doing it. The sun was now past midday, and people were asking if the pirates were coming back. The Prince just shrugged - they were probably still sleeping off their rum "ration". Maybe they wouldn't be back. But they couldn't count on it.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
"Good! That was closer!" cried the spotter. "Lever it down just a bit - one or two notches at most"
Prince of the West stepped aside as the gun crew scrambled to reload and adjust the aim on the 18 pounder. The last shot had fallen just beyond the target - a battered old dory that had been towed to the center of the harbor - and hopefully the next shot would sink it.
The Prince wandered past the guns, watching the horizon just in case the lookouts weren't paying attention. This was not the best site for a gun placement and now was not the ideal time to be training gunners, but one does what one must. The advantage of their location would mean little if the crews couldn't drop the balls onto the ship. Hmm - and after everyone got reasonably fast with the reloading and accurate with the aiming, they'd have to try it with heated shot. That should give everyone a wake-up call - carelessness with hot iron was a good way for a reloader to lose a hand. Hopefully they could manage a few practice rounds before the pirates came back - if they were coming back. Another scan of the horizon - still no sail.
Looking over the battlements, the Prince could see the Parthians down there spreading across the fields. Unbelievable horsemanship, and the bowmanship was (the Prince grinned evilly) to die for. He was almost hoping the pirates would try a small boat landing. Their muskets might sound impressive, but the smooth-bore guns were inaccurate past fifty feet and hopeless after seventy five. Those Parthians were putting arrows through thick boards at seventy five yards. From galloping horses. Shooting over their shoulders. Astonishing. Of course, the horses were eating the fields bare, and all the hay and oats that could be found for miles around, but if that was the price of having them on the right side, then so be it. He could see dwarfs hammering out arrowheads had biding them to shafts, while the busy hands of fauns fletched the shafts. And over there were the - camels. The Prince shuddered, grateful that he was up at the top of the tower. He sympathized with the fauns, who wanted to shift their work area every time the wind changed direction. Maybe, mused the Prince, I was too harsh on the pirates with those comments about bathing - perhaps it was the camels.
*BOOM* *BOOM*
Another round of cannonfire, and the cheering told him that the gun crews had finally hit the dory. That would bolster their confidence. Now they had to keep doing it. The sun was now past midday, and people were asking if the pirates were coming back. The Prince just shrugged - they were probably still sleeping off their rum "ration". Maybe they wouldn't be back. But they couldn't count on it.
*BOOM*
LadyEm
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LadyEm listened quietly to the reports given to the Queen, distant booms of the canons echoing faintly through the castle corridors. Pirates. Never before had Narnians faced such a foe - very different than the big, stupid giants up North or the cunning, devious Calormenes.
Their warfare was certainly like anything she had ever seen. By the Lion, they were masters of tricks! Teleporting, magic of the like Narnians had not scene, even in the days of the evil witch.
If the key were that insidious little flea-bitten monkey, then they must capture him. If it wasn't then they must find another key. Perhaps, Parthian King was right, that they should allow them to come to us. His noble warriors were of the land not of the sea, yet they were extremely fiercesome and she could not imagine the pirates lasting long under their violent attack. Yay, his counsel was most excellent. However, strategy was key if they were going to outwit the pirates - fierce warriors they may be, but they could hardly speak properly, it was true. Loyal to a fault, but they were terribly disorganized and if rumours were true, quite prone to Rum and slothfulness.
An idea began to spread within her mind and she excused herself from the Queen's chamber, to climb the long stone stairs towards the embattlements. Rum...their weaknesses seamed to be pleasure, rum and that daft monkey. They must hit at the heart of their weakness - she was certain that then their defenses would be broken.
Allighting the top of the stairs, she stepped out onto the battlements, fingering her sword at her side. Her keen eyes swept the sea over the two pirate ships sailing in the early morning glow of the sun. It was deceitfully quiet.
By the Lion's mane, they'd managed to have another ship appear over night! Oh Aslan, what trickery is this?
Their warfare was certainly like anything she had ever seen. By the Lion, they were masters of tricks! Teleporting, magic of the like Narnians had not scene, even in the days of the evil witch.
If the key were that insidious little flea-bitten monkey, then they must capture him. If it wasn't then they must find another key. Perhaps, Parthian King was right, that they should allow them to come to us. His noble warriors were of the land not of the sea, yet they were extremely fiercesome and she could not imagine the pirates lasting long under their violent attack. Yay, his counsel was most excellent. However, strategy was key if they were going to outwit the pirates - fierce warriors they may be, but they could hardly speak properly, it was true. Loyal to a fault, but they were terribly disorganized and if rumours were true, quite prone to Rum and slothfulness.
An idea began to spread within her mind and she excused herself from the Queen's chamber, to climb the long stone stairs towards the embattlements. Rum...their weaknesses seamed to be pleasure, rum and that daft monkey. They must hit at the heart of their weakness - she was certain that then their defenses would be broken.
Allighting the top of the stairs, she stepped out onto the battlements, fingering her sword at her side. Her keen eyes swept the sea over the two pirate ships sailing in the early morning glow of the sun. It was deceitfully quiet.
By the Lion's mane, they'd managed to have another ship appear over night! Oh Aslan, what trickery is this?
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