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Being a Draegnarian, I’d grown used to the smell of gunpowder and the terrified screams of the masses. Hell, it doesn’t take much for some to get involved in a damn fucking firefight. The sound of a fired round was usually more than enough. As for others, they’d begin with stalking the weak ones. If a bastard was unlucky enough to get shot and wounded, the ones hiding were usually the shitheads to finish him off, either by slitting his throat or thrusting a shiv right up his ass. As for the lasses unlucky enough to participate, some were dragged off, never to be seen again.
The blowouts could last for entire nights. I’d been in quite a few of them in my former life as well, and damn near lost my life in at least ten of them. I still remembered the days when the Draegnar houses burned in such a bright orange fire that they could be seen by a ship for miles over the roaring seas. The island’s militant forces tried their best to quell the violence, but sometimes I’d assumed they enjoyed it just as much as any other piece of shit that lived there.
I never thought that a pirate like I would undertake such a role for a nation whose city wasn’t even my own. The barrage of flaming boulders caked in hot oil continued to rain down upon the city of Jokllim. I ran down the hill of the streets, pushing civilian and military officer out of my way. The sounds of naval combat were heavy as two Hæňgaramian ships sank into the city’s waters. I sensed the men and women frantically moving through both a sea of water and a sea of flaming ship debris. Some of them don’t last too long. They are shot dead like fish in a barrel. However, others began casting magic. Spells blast through the air. My eyes bore witness to the language of the runes circulating about like a swarming pack of vultures in the sky.
One of the fireballs started to descend upon me and those around me. Usually, I’d not care of the fate which befell the lot, but I knew of one who would. She continued to run behind me, her annoying precious armor rattling behind me. A child screams in the street as a soldier picks him up and carries him off. The grunting of men and the bellowing of cart animals seemed like a buzzing of flies in my ears.
I held up my hand and gathered the water in the air that I could. The fireball crashed into the dense wall of water I’d made. Small stones would fall this way and that, but I ignored them. Instead, I kept running. I’d usually not bother with this, but Alteria warned me that I was indeed still a criminal, one that not many of Hæňgaram knew about. Of course, I had my disguise up, but it seemed that she wished to take no chances.
As expected, the Hæňgaram forces in the city weren’t idle either. They charge this way and that, trying to quench the flames of the scared, unruly masses. Mages of the city form large barriers of magic to block the shots. However, it seemed that the enemy ships had other mages of their own. They were quickly trying to dispel the erected magic barriers, and it quickly became a battle of trying to raise magic barriers and trying to break them down.
Alteria and I run past a Hæňgaram official. He screamed at me to get to safety, but it didn’t take much to tune the fucker out. I channeled magic to my feet and leaped through the air. Alteria wasn’t far behind me. I landed on one of the rooftops and she right next to me.
I spoke not a word and neither did she. Nevertheless, she stared at me with pleading eyes. While I wanted to groan, I figured there was no point in doing so since this was one of the things I’d been hired to take care of.
As the fireballs came down, I rose my hands into the air. One by one, tens of balls ready to rain down a fiery demise on the citizens of Jokllim were destroyed. Were I closer, I would have liked to see the faces of our enemies. They continue to sail through the air, but they don’t get very far anymore. Once they’re fired, they make it about halfway through the air until they explode, raining down fire and stone ash in the waters below.
One of them must have been distracted because a Hæňgaram ship sunk the damn vessel into the bottom of the seabed. The other enemy ships turned their attention to the rest of the Hæňgaram vessels. Unfortunately, I knew that without my aid, the Hæňgaram ships wouldn’t last to see the rise of the morn. No matter how sturdy they were, I doubted five Hæňgaram ships would be enough against the eighteen remaining enemy ships.
Speaking of those guys, under the light of the flames, I saw the insignia of one of the flags as it went down into the sea. The flag was made of red and gold, a symbol of four crowns and two crossed halberds etched into its woven skin. I faced Alteria. “And what have the lot of you done to earn the ire of the Xetia kingdom?” I questioned.
Xetia was a nation unlike any other. The entire kingdom was ruled by four kings, each of them in command over one of four of the kingdom’s quadrants. They lay to the farthest reaches of the north. Fgg’rial would only be about çeşme escort a month’s journey further up from there. As I knew, the kingdom wasn’t always like this. It was ruled by one king at one time and, fearing the greed of his sons, split the kingdom into four pieces. Each king would manage one part of the kingdom, but the nation’s treasures were all piled into the same vault, overseen by the four kings’ advisors. Only the four kings together could make an appeal to open the vault and make use of all the gold within it. The kingdom’s military was run through a network of complex organizations that the first king had set up to make sure no side had more than the others.
Being a nation more in line with the production of rich ore, I’d not thought them too caring about conflict with the Hæňgaram Empire.
“I wouldn’t know. We’ve not had conflicts with them before,” she said while I narrowed my eyes.
The sounds of battle started to become stronger. I noticed a few of Xetia’s military begin to lay siege to the harbor. Those civilians unlucky enough to not escape fast enough were cut down without mercy. I saw the anger on Alteria’s face as more soldiers stepped onto the sandy shores of Jokllim’s beaches.
“Best we go find out then,” I replied as I watched the enemy soldiers from one of the fallen Xetia ships make their way onto the sandy shoreline. Hæňgaram forces who had also survived by swimming to land resurfaced as well. Of course, when both sides spotted each other, they continued their vicious assault on each other. Fire, lightning, wind, offensive, defensive, and utility spells ranging from tier 1 through 2 were fired off in rapid succession. Whether inside or outside, Jokllim became wrought with the sounds of battle. However, that all seemed to be drowned out by the cannon fire as another barrage was sent flying through the and into the northmost section of the city.
“Please take out their ships quickly. I’ll head down to the shoreline and rally the men until the commander of the city arrives!” She said. I couldn’t even get a word in before she jumped off the rooftop. When she landed on the ground she cast a hasting spell upon herself. She then stormed off, her voice the cry like a damn battle angel as she brought the frantic men and women of her nation’s military under her command.
As I stood on the rooftop, I shook my head. “Make sure the lass doesn’t get herself killed. I ain’t gonna be the one to report her death to the Grand Elder,” I said as Truon, Rieth, and Daen ran past me through the streets. The former of the three firmly nodded his head, pulling a piece of cloth over his mouth to hide his face from his enemies. Rieth’s body was already laced with great magical pressure, a far cry from when she’d first gotten on my ship. Then there was Daen, reinforcing himself with defensive spells, his mind already giving way to combat just like that of a damn berserk beast.
I looked up and stared at the ships. Another Hæňgaram vessel had fallen and the Kingdom of Xetia slowly began to descend upon the last two ships. “A pirate saving Hæňgaramians. Ain’t no way I’d live the shit down if my former crew learned of this,” I thought before I clenched my right hand. The seas rumbled beneath my grip as I swung my arm to the right.
I imagined shock and confusion on the faces of the Xetians when the seas quickly rose up. The waves shoved them away from the Hæňgaram ships, a thick blast of water crashing into at least five ships. It was a simple matter to capsize them. One by one, the sailors fell into the sea until I lifted up my left hand. By my will, a large wall of water that no one could have not seen came up like a tidal wave. The fighting on land only briefly stopped for a moment to watch as I swung my hand down, the seas crashing their great pressure down on the invaders. I then wove my right hand, making sure that the waves wouldn’t threaten the Hæňgaram ships.
My assault didn’t stop a few other cannons from firing. I quickly rose up another piece of water, pulling enough up to block the shoots from raining down on the Hæňgaram vessels. The bastards must have realized that some god was protecting them because they swiftly began their counterattack.
Meanwhile, my hands were busy as I turned my gaze to the area with the most enemy ships. At least ten in total. With but one finger, I swirled it around and around, picking up the pace when the waters started spinning faster and faster. Beneath the hulls of their vessels, a great whirlpool began to ascend from below them. The helmsmen tried in vain to steer their ships, but I would not let them go. I spun the whirlpool faster, the ten ships crash into each other. Men and women scream as they’re torn apart by the swirling tied, their ships without nary a prayer to lean on. They fall into a watery grave, their bodies a feast for the sharks and creatures that live beneath my domain.
The spectacle must have been too much for the Xetians because those on land başakşehir escort could only watch in shock before they were overrun. I watched Alteria stab a man right through his breastplate before swiftly moving to another target. Her sword clashed with hammers, spears, and iron-spiked shields. She tore through them all with Truon, Daen, and Rieth behind her. The latter absorbed the spells of numerous mages before she fired them back with double the force. Given her enhancements from Delverhold, I doubted there was any mage that could contest her so easily here.
On the other side, Daen tore through the Xetia forces. One full swing of his sword easily shattered the blade of a lesser man. Even when he was shot, the bullets refused to pierce his skin. They bounced off his hardened body as he charged the masses, even their strongest falling before his might. Should any of them live to tell the tale, I imagined that Daen’s name would spread far and wide for the brutality of his ways.
As for Truon, I doubted many would know his name if not for his adventuring group. After all, there’d be no one living long enough to spread the word. It became clear that my methods had demoralized the Xetia forces rather easily. They began to slink away by any means necessary. However, one by one, they were killed by slit throats or punctured heard from poison-tipped daggers. Truon weaved through the masses like a spirit upon the water, barely even touching anyone until they were ferried into the afterlife. It did a salt-scourged heart of a bastard to see his sleepless nights and hard work bear such sweet rewards.
As the first ten ships fell into the abyss. I turned my attention back to the other eight ships that were still standing. They’d all erected magic barriers around their vessels, obviously nothing to the standard of the Hæňgaram empire, but clearly, they assumed what so many assumed of my abilities. I’d enjoy educating the bastards.
I believe the lesson might have been learned when I forced a spear of water to pierce through one of their ships. I then flattened some of the water beneath the broken hull, lifting the ship and all of its invaders out of the sea. One by one, they too fell back into Jokllim’s waters, some of them attempting to cast protective barriers around themselves. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t allow that either.
With the Mark of Hoɖ, I rewrote the runes and the flow of mana for the spells. The soldiers were left helpless as they crashed into the sea. Their broken ship, overcome by its own weight, split into two halves. Both fell off my towering spear of water and back into the sea, blowing their devastating defeat through the ears of all those in range to hear it.
If the first ten hadn’t done the trick, then I believed the one I just destroyed did. The other ships immediately started to turn around, forsaking their land allies. However, I shook my head. I would not let any of them go. After all, there was good money to be had in pillaging Xetia equipment.
I waved my hands and moved my fingers. From my first water spear, another sprouted out of its side. It flew to one of the ships and I swung my arm down. The water blade pierced through the ship in one strike. I doubted anyone survived the explosion that followed after, but… perhaps someone would have the grace of the gods watching over them. I then proceeded after the other ships. They seemed to have a good defense as mages began casting lightning and earth spells, trying to thwart my attempts. Unfortunately, the bastards were fighting a losing battle.
While they focused on my water attacks from the air, I also attacked each of them from below. With but a swing of my fingers, the hulls of each ship were pierced enough to pull in more and more water. Before they could even prepare for it, I gathered the water together and tore each ship from the inside out. Splinters of water broke through in every direction, dismantling these proud designs of sculpted wood, magic, and metal. The mizzen mast of one ship fell over and bashed into its deck. Flaming torches lit the fuses of cannons. As people slammed into one another, the cannons tilted over, firing into the ground or into ally vessels.
One by one, the seven ships who tried to get away were reduced to chaos as they fell into the sea, surrounded by both water and fire. I slowly exhaled and pushed the tide of the last remaining Hæňgaram ship toward the debris. I imagined the fuckers would want to capture some of those still alive.
In the meantime, I saw that Alteria had all but squashed the invasion of Xetia’s forces on her side of the city. No doubt the destruction of their ships had left them shit out of luck like a few homeless bastards on Draegnar that I knew. At this point, they were just oversized brats in fancy clothes, their hands shaking with their weapons in their hands.
“Surrender and be spared, or resist and share the same fate as the rest of your comrades!” Alteria exclaimed, küçükçekmece escort my enhanced ears hearing her voice over the great distance. I knew why Lady Knight had tried this method instead of continuing the fight. There were still sounds of fighting all throughout the rest of the city in the other quadrants. She wished to see who else needed help and their surrender would only make it easier for her.
It sure as hell wasn’t my way of doing shit, but I cared not. It was her war, not mine.
Luckily for her, the invaders did just that. Despite still outnumbering the Hæňgaram forces, I believed they knew that without their ships they wouldn’t get very far. They sure as hell wouldn’t with Rieth, Daen, and Truon combating them. They dropped their weapons and allowed themselves to be captured.
Lady Knight quickly assigned someone to watch them and ran off to go help the others. I watched her go before I frowned and jumped off the rooftops. Grabbing a bit of water from the air, I splashed it over a few flaming buildings as soldiers continued to usher civilians out of the streets. In the midst of the chaos, it wasn’t hard to slip through the city. I felt Nei and Lei squirm in my pockets as I sensed Ellen and my mother’s mana. Since my decimation of the Xetia Kingdom’s invasion fleet, they’d gotten very far from the inn we’d been staying at. I pitied the invader forces should they come upon my quartermaster. She’d been very angry when her sleep was interrupted.
I made my way through Jokllim, putting out fires to buildings here and there as I closed in on my First Mate and Quartermaster. I also silently aided a few of the Hæňgaram forces with the assault from those Xetia forces who had made it on land. Just grabbing a hold of the water within them and slamming their heads into the ground was more than enough for the knights and soldiers of the empire to fell their enemies. It was a shame I’d left the majority of my crew scattered over Hæňgaram. I’d have tasked them to collect the weapons and armor of the fallen men and women in the streets. While these things weren’t the likes of Delverhold treasures, I sure as hell wasn’t gonna be picky.
My journey led me down a corridor and into an open street in the southwest part of the city. It seemed that the cannon fire had devastated this part of the Jokllim because buildings had long been reduced to ash and rubble. At least five squads of Hæňgaram soldiers lay dead in the streets, some of them with their bodies intact but most without. As I was sure the Truthseeker was viewing this through one of his many oracles, I could just imagine the sinister grin on his face.
That said, there was a smirk on my face as well. The beautiful boom of a gunshot and the fierce crack of a whip shoved all other sounds away as I saw my mother and Ellen dismantling the soldiers who had no doubt surrounded them in the streets. Some of the soldiers backed away, clearly afraid as ten of their comrades lay dead on the ground. Ellen snorted, reloading her pistol with ease.
“You’re ruthless tonight,” my mother said, flailing her snakeskin whip through the night air.
“If I was fucking ruthless, I’d shoot their fucking balls off instead of their heads! Waking me up for this dumb shit!” Ellen answered angrily.
I continued to hide my presence for a little while. I watched as a Xetia warrior, much larger and taller than the rest, push through the crowd. I assumed him to be a captain or commander of sorts by the insignia on his right arm. In his hands was a large broadsword. He charged at Ellen and my mother, but his forces were stunned when Ellen fired a bullet at him that tore through six layers of defensive spells surrounding him. The bullet easily blasted through his armor and straight into the head of one of the soldiers behind him. Poor fucker didn’t even have time to grunt before he fell backward.
My mother then flung her whip and wrapped it around the former commander’s neck. With strength no one would think someone like her could possess, she flung his body away as the cursed runes marked themselves on his skin. I imagined that An’raie had a brilliant view of his soul being sucked away into the Void Realm for all eternity.
One by one the rest of the soldiers start to run away, but I knew that Ellen wouldn’t let them go. It simply wasn’t in her nature to let anyone go who’d crossed her. She’d get her due no matter the cost. With great speed, my quartermaster flew past the soldiers and cut them off. My mother on one side, Ellen on the other, the soldiers found themselves cornered.
Like caged animals, the Xetia squads charged at either of them. I assume they hoped that they’d be able to take at least one of my lasses down to break away from the predicament they were in. Unfortunately, they’d have no such easy fate. One man charged Ellen, bolstering his body with defensive spells. However, he groaned in pain when his head after a kick from my Quartermaster. Ellen then grabbed his armor and shoved her gun in his mouth. He fell down fast as she charged into the rest.
A punch here, a kick there, the mages of the group weren’t even allowed to cast their spell before they were brought dead by her hand. One man, wielding a spiked club swung it at her with all his strength, shivering in shock when she stopped the strike with her open palm.
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