Vice Admiral Jonathan Trintan's page

"I know only who might be present, and I doubt you'd get names from them. The best thing to do would be to take a captive or two as soon as possible and press them for all they know, then eliminate them."

"If Targ the Twice Taken is present, he cannot be allowed to escape."

Trintan lays a hand on Mortimer's shoulder. "I know you worry about the strength of my position. That ring has three charges. Coming to the ship will require little to no effort, but with some skill, you can direct youselves elsewhere if needs be. I know you will do your best whatever the situation."

The Vice-Admiral nods sharply. "Good. Now, all of you get out. I need to sleep. We should arrive in 2 days with good wind."

Next post is big one. I'll put it together asap.

"Academic. I would attempt to swarm the vessle. However, if I do my job right, and you lot do yours. Every ship in the harbor will be disabled and every captain fighting or dead. There will be no order and therefore, no resistance."

"Also, when you question my leadership or ability, I prefer you do it with some gall. I do not approve of tip toeing in any form, Wizard."

The Vice-Admiral is serious. He is clearly displeased to be questioned in this way, but you can tell that he has respect for those who would question him.

Bonus Info: Maybe not wise to make it a habit though :)

"You have it right Erasmus. And you, Ingvar, you and your brother are to stay calm, quiet, and unseen until you are range to break the enemy with those massive implements you so greatly favor." He smiles as he pats the hilt of his own gigantic sword.

"The primary objective here is the assassination of key slaves, but you both have valid points. Erasmus, part of your mission will require cutting off their retreat options before your attack. Mortimer, I am no novice at siege craft."

He smiles wryly. "Follow me."

Vice-Admiral Trintan leads you topside and orders the ballistae manned for immediate drills.

"Watch closely." Trintan raises his hands and suddenly crackles with arcane power. "Fire!"

Four massive bolts fly out over the water. The Vice-Admiral throws his hands out and the bolts soar on past their natural trajectory. He turns starboard. "Fire!"

Four more bolts light out: each laden with a dozen jars of alchemist's fire. Before they are fully away, Trintan gesture and the bolts triple in size!

The demonstration over, Trintan retires to his cabin without a word. Once all are seated around his table once more, he raises a single eyebrow. "Well, do you doubt that I can lay siege to the boats alone?" He smiles again.

"Broken is a condition that begs repair. Destroyed is a condition that begs rebuilding."

"I know there are not enough resources on that island to help them all. A decisive strike could cripple them all for a long time yet."

The Vice-Admiral holds up a finger. "How about this. Freedom's Eagle can blockade the harbor and assail ship and shore with our balistae. At the same time, the fist of freedom (you four) infiltrate the island and remove key players and infrastructure?"

"Any gaps in this plan? How do we make it stronger?"

V.A. Trintan nods thoughtfully at Mortimer's suggestion. "Hmm. But logistically, how do we do so safely, eh?"

His brow furrows as he concentrates, then Erasmus speaks and his face lights with wonder. "THAT! That would work beautifully. That we will try. What else!?"

Not an hour passes before the Vice-Admiral summons you to his quarters once more.

"Your restraint proved useful. I learned a great deal from our captured captain. It seems there is to be something of a slaver's moot on an island off the coast between Erenon and Isteroth. Many of the world's most notorious slavers are expected to appear. I have decided that we will attack this meeting. I am open to your thoughts."

"That is not for you to decide, Ingvar! Stand down!"

Vice-Admiral Trintan's voice booms unnaturally loud over the wind, waves, ans weeping of slaves as Freedom's Eagle comes alongside the slaver vessle.

Quick as lightning, crewmen from the Amerysi ship board and take the prisoners below decks: save the slaver captain, he is taken to the Vice Admiral's quarters in chains.

"Well done you lot."The Vice-Admiral says to the four of you before addressing the slaves.

"This ship is now your property. Be free and farewell!"

The Vice-Admiral turns and strides to his cabin.

"Two will not do. Use this!"

From a sleeve at his belt, the Vice Admiral draws a fine piece of treated vellum and tosses it down to Mortimer.

"Take Erasmus too! Now go!"

It is a scroll of dimension door of a level high enough to transport all of you. The spell, as written, needs only a drop of the blood of each traveler to activate. Ingenious bit of magic actually. :)

"Do it, wizard! Then get you and the men over there!"

The ship will be in range of dimension door in 1 round. Make sure you know how many people you can carry at this level.

Vice Admiral Trintan shouts to his vanguard.

"Prepare! When get close enough, get over there and give 'em hell!"

"We will engage with banners flying, sailor. I want this slaver scum to know who's after them." He gives a dangerous smile.

"Prudent question, wizard. It will depend on the situation, but our primary concern if the safety and freedom of as many slaves as possible. That said, basting a whole in the enemy ship is likely too risky." He flashes the dangerous smile again. "At least until the slaves are safely away..."

"Good. Now that is settled, you must have questions. I will not promise to answer them, but you may ask."

A single nod is the only response to each spout of accomplishment.

"I do hope, for your sake, that you do not overstate yourselves. Indeed, for I am making you the Eagle's fist. You four will be the vanguard of our boarding parties. Your job will be to remove captains and officers from play as it were. Do your job well, and I will give you an opportunity to bathe in glory. What say you?"

The Vice Admiral snorts at Mortimer's praise. "Indeed."

Dropping the pork ribs he had been eating, Vice-Admiral Trintan wipes his hand on a cloth napkin and gestures for you all to take your seats.

Before you is a modest spread of excellent food: pork ribs braised in a peppercorn sauce, mashed yams with hot peppers, a roasted chicken, and buttered broccoli.

"Please eat", says the Vice Admiral, "and tell me what you are capable of."

The sailors aboard Freedom's Eagle polish off the last minute adjustments, ensuring the ship is ready to sail when bidden. One man, unfurls the Amerysi flag at the top of the main mast, and as if the act itself called him forth, the Vice Admiral appears on the quay atop a spotted grey destrier.

His keen, dark eyes survey the ship in a single sweep before vaulting off his mount. Shining, navy blue boots of fine grained leather pound the wood of the dock as the Vice Admiral marches toward the gangway while his great coat billows behind him like a blue and white cloud. The epaulets perched on his shoulders are twin, steel falcons taking wing.

Vice Admiral Jonathan Trintan verily radiates command as he steps onto the deck, the scabbard holding his famous sword, Slaver's Ruin, knocks once on the gangway as if to signal its wielders arrival.

A decisive nod signifies he finds all to be well. Without a word, he ascends to the quarter deck and grasps the railing in two powerful hands.

"I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight. I can, however, divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice. Justice for all people: JUSTICE IN THE FORM OF FREEDOM!"

Shouts and cheers erupt from the deck, and the Vice Admiral raises his hand to silence the crew.

"I am aware that many object to the severity of my position; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or to speak, or write, with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; — but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the cause we undertake with this voyage. I am in earnest — I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch — I WILL SUFFER NO MAN TO KEEP ANOTHER AGAINST HIS WILL! THOSE WHO DENY FREEDOM TO OTHERS DESERVE IT NOT FOR THEMSELVES!"

"CITIZENS! WE SAIL TO BREAK THE CHAINS OF TYRANNY AND USHER IN A ERA OF LIBERTY FOR ALL! CAST OFF!"

Instantly the ship explodes in cheering applause, and smiling, the Vice Admiral moves to the prow to view the sun on the water as Freedom's Eagle slides from Port Maverick toward the Eleryn Sea.
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At fourth bell, during first dog watch, Vice Admiral Trintan summons Harkwyn, Ingvar, Erasmus, and Mortimer to his quarters for a meal and conversation.

Anything you wish to do before attending? Also, fell free to respond generally to the Vice Admiral's speech if you wish.