Well Lads and Lasses, it has been an impressive victory for the Admiral and his loyal captains. Yes, I am now the admiral of my very own seven-ship fleet. This wussy little “Crimson Fleet” has been captured and Far Shore is safe.
We spent the last few months building up the village to prepare for this attack. Some of our more last minute changes were the addition of some nets to block the harbor mouth. Plus two stone huts at the outcroppings to raise a lower the net, as well as keep watch. Somewhere along the way blabbermouth managed to find herself a griffin named buttercup, which she wanted to ride into battle.
As we were putting up these little changes Da Fighter mentioned an idea he had heard somewhere, probably a bar. He suggested that one of us take the cloak of the manta and go under the ships and use Lady Tightbutt’s admantine sword to cut the keels out from under them.
After listening to Lady Tightbutt whine for a while about the fact that she didn’t want someone to accidentally lose the sword that she never uses and that she is too fragile to do it herself, the Journalist and I remembered our fun little water breathing spells. Since one casting would keep the whole lot of us from drowning for 3 hours each, we decided to just go after the keels together. We made sure that we stayed in the watch towers at the entrance to the cove once we thought the attack was close. To back us up we made sure that each tower had at least two villagers on watch at all times, plus the fastest runners were stationed there to take word to the village of the attack. Once the pirates showed up we would take out several ships from underwater, then take over the flagship.
Unfortunately the Crimson Fleet decided not to play along with this plan. We saw the huge fog bank roll up in the middle of the night, so the I assumed it was them using magic to cover their arrival. We immediately got ready and set out while making sure to send the runner to the village. As we climbed down the rocks we noticed something we hadn’t thought of, although we should have. The sorry b*stards were sending out launches instead of bringing the ships in. Plus I and some others spotted several figures standing on the flagship that were definitely not usual crew.
This called for an immediate change of plans. Instead of sinking ships that only had skeleton crews on them, I decided we would head directly to the flagship and take out their heavy hitters before they could get deployed. It was the classic tactic of cutting off the head. I took the time to call on a few blessings of Kord on the way there. Sir Ineptus was the first to get to the ship, by a slim margin. He crawled partway onto the ship, hoping to hide. I got there next and was far less subtle. I jumped onto deck and shouted “jump overboard, there’s only sharks there”.
On the deck was Vanthas, looking much uglier than I had heard about before, some sailors and four archers. They were joined rather quickly by three demons and eventually some sort of spell caster. The Journalist took to the air, and Vanthas quickly followed her, thinking her an easy target. Da Fighter, Sir Ineptus and me dispatched two of the three demons in short order and with little injury besides some sort damn vines. You try so hard to keep yourself clean and then stuff sprouts anyway.
Up in the air, Vanthas managed to seriously put the hurt on the Journalist, including using poison to take out almost all her spell casting. Unfortunately for him Buttercup flew down and ripped off the tips of his fingers on his better hand. This sent him fleeing back to the ship.
By the time Vanthas got to the ship, some Spellcaster had stepped out on deck. This promptly got him charged by Sir Hexen who ripped him a new one, of course his return attack did the same to Sir Inpetus. When the archers finally got in their attacks on Sir Ineptus almost putting him under. Lady Tightbutt was replying to the arrow volleys with fireballs, but hadn’t managed to take any of them out yet. I threw a dispel magic over my shoulder at the mage as I turned to deal with the last demon. That plus Da Fighter’s javelin finished off the spell caster before he could do much besides smack Sit Ineptus around.
The Journalist rallied enough to swing down and heal Sir Ineptus with her remaining powers before grabbing some trinket and disappearing. Sir Ineptus took cover from the archers in the cabin. Da Fighter was working on finishing off the annoying buggers as I took care of the last demon, when Vanthas finally returned to the ship.
He pulled out some huge pearl looking thing just before Sir Ineptus emerged from the cabin and chopped him in half. The pearl dropped and started spewing out some sort of acid stuff. Da Fighter recognized it from some cove they went to before I joined the group. He had Torsin slap him with a fly spell, grabbed the damn thing and head out to sea at speed. In the meantime I hopped on Buttercup and me and Blabbermouth head back to town to help against the longboats. Sir Ineptus and Lady Tightbutt stayed on the ships to put out the flames and take over the remaining ones from the skeleton crews they had aboard.
It’s a good thing that Da Fighter flew off with that pearl, it drove everyone on the longboats nuts so they killed each other. It’s only his quick thinking that saved the town from the same fate. The only thing that actually reached the town were four flesh golems, which emerged from the water only to get dowsed with about 20 gallons of alchemist fire each.
In the end not a single one of us even went unconscious. No Farshore inhabitant was even scratched. Not a single pirate managed to escape alive. We have 5 more ships, for a total of seven in our fleet. I am now the admiral of the Farshore Navy. Each of our little crew has their own ship and crew. I of course kept the sea wyvern. I call that a total and overwhelming victory.