RP: The Northern Empire

[Henry Avery]

There are few major ports in Lydrian- mostly smaller village ports. The biggest port is Lynsaweer, the capital.

[Meliva]

Emily nods

And would that be the best place to head to first? I doubt we can just go there and ask to meet their king, or emperor or whatever title they have for their leader. Veera kinda just, popped in unannounced and I wouldn't be surprised if they set up things to make sure that doesn't happen again.

Regardless, you seem to know more about the area then I do, so you should make most the decisions on where to go. The rest of the fleet will follow.

[Henry Avery]

The king and queen meet with commoners rather often, actually. But if we're looking for adventure, then yes. The capital is where we want to go- plenty of mystery and such within it's boundaries.

The fleet was leaving the port now, a small crowd gathering to watch them leave- after all, their fates likely depended upon the success of this expedition.

[Meliva]

Veera waves them bye as she turns to Zephyra beside her

Okay so, I suggest we split up-you go and attack Dreadbolt and bother the crap outta him while I go around helping the ports. Sound good?

Before she can respond, Veera quickly snaps her finger sending her off before heading to another port herself. Meanwhile the ships begin heading north, leaving the familiar waters and lands of Avonmora behind. The 3 men of Carl,Brian and Eloth sail next to the Evening Star on their cutter, as they take last stock of inventory. Emily meanwhile simply looks at old books and maps she could find of the northern lands, and begins preparing to make new updated ones as they travel.

[Henry Avery]

As night fell, a fog rolled in. It was thick, reducing visibility to almost nothing, and smelled slightly of smoke. An odd noise filled the air, almost like thunder. It was in fact the sound of 12 steam boiling engines, propelling a ship the likes of which no one in this world had ever seen before: the battleship Bismarck, torn from its proper place in time and space by the unnatural magics of the accursed Shadesea. The monstrous vessel was bearing down on them, unbeknownst to the fleet. That is, until the Evening Star's lookout spotted a shape in the fog.

Captain Astor, sir! There's a vessel approaching approximately 13 degrees off the port bow!

Astor turned to his first mate, instructing him to relay his orders to the gunner crews.

Instruct the gunners to load double bomb shot- hold fire till further orders. And instruct the other vessels to prepare for battle as well- one can never be too prepared.

The first mate nodded, proceeding belowdecks first to relay battle orders, then to the ships speaking horn, to relay the battle stations command to the rest of the fleet.

[Meliva]

On the cutter, Brian quickly turns to Carl and Eloth

You heard the order. load the cannons, and prepare for a fight. Eloth and Carl go load Bertha, while the rest of the crew handle the other cannons.

[Henry Avery]

The Bismarck pierced the fog, running alongside the Evening Star's port. It brought it's bow and aft turrets around to face the fleet, firing them, as well as a barrage from the ship's autocannons.

[Meliva]

On the cutter, Carl and Eloth prepare a catapult, Carl hopping into it as Eloth prepares to launch him, before hopping into it as well as he uses a bit of magic to fire, sending the 2 men flying through the air, Eloth shouts to Carl as they fly over the Bismarck

I think we overshot it. Hold on!

He grabs Carl, with one hand as he takes the other and fire a large blast of fire as they both go sailing back landing on the Bismarck in a loud thump. The 2 men get up soar as they quickly rush forward to engage the crew.

[Henry Avery]

The two mean are met with a hail of gunfire, as the Bismarck continues to engage the fleet. The small frigate is hit by a single shell as it attempts to escape, sinking almost instantly. The Evening Star, as well as the large frigate and flag galleon attempt to engage, though their cannonfire does little but dent the warship's hull. Gaster is roused from his slumber by the sounds of battle, and goes to locate Emily.

[Meliva]

Eloth quickly steps in front of Carl as his large armored body soaks the bullets, many richoceting off his armor, though a few getting through to hit him, before he quickly tosses a fireball into the group, burning them up. He turns to Carl and tosses him a large bag.

I'm gonna go rampaging around, draw this ships crew's attention, while they go hunting me down, you toss some bombs into their cannons. Won't sink the ship, but should stop their weapons hopefully.


Meanwhile Emily stands on the evening star looking at the Bismark, her hands rubbing her chin as she seems to be thinking. When she notices Gaster nearby she says in a somewhat annoyed voice.

Gotta be honest-not sure how much I can do. It's a metal ship, so fire spells are worthless there's no earth around that I can use either to hit them with or to make golems and I'm not all that good at protection magic. I might be able to make a big old bubble and sink the ships so we're underwater, but not sure if they have weapons for that kind of thing. Plus we'd only have a few minutes of air before we'd need to go back up. You got any ideas Gaster? Thankfully Eloth and Carl are causing them issues if nothing else.