Post by Al'Mamlaka Farsaan on May 13, 2011 23:57:31 GMT -5
Kaptan Niyaz walked unceremoniously up the dirt pathway leading from the beach to the small town, a small retinue of Corsairs in rich reds and blacks following behind him, scimitars belted at the waist. The Corsair Ship sat out at sea at anchor, Niyaz having used a small dinghy in order to reach the sandy shoreline. He himself wore his Shemagh untied so to not seem threatening. It had been decided long before they had made shore landing preparations that those going to meet with the mainlanders would be required to seem as unassuming as possible. Best if the commoners of the town didn't stab them to death with their simple tools. Niyaz quickly shook the horrendous idea from his head.
As the shore party reached the outskirts of the village he noticed that these weren't Goblins at all. Niyaz felt a wave of calm rush over him, quickly replaced by a wave of reserved fear. The creatures in the village were elves, well known to Niyaz's people for being witches and demon callers. He blinked back to stories told to him by his Grandfather of a massive war fought on the mainland. Al'Mamlaka Farsaan had stayed out of the conflict, preferring to raid and pillage each side equally, yet stories of glimpsed monstrosities did not go unnoticed.
As Niyaz's party reached the center of the village he noticed that not all the doors and windows had been boarded up. Several of the Elvishkind still walked the cobbled streets. This both horrified and astonished Niyaz. He wasn't used to mere peasants not fleeing in sight of him and his black sail. I guess my ship requires a black sail to be feared he thought sullenly as his day dreams went back to an image of the Nayab, it's once pristine black sails marred and torn. Returning to the town, he decided to just get this hell started with.
"Hail Elvishkind! Feel no fear! We are here to speak, nothing more!"
As the shore party reached the outskirts of the village he noticed that these weren't Goblins at all. Niyaz felt a wave of calm rush over him, quickly replaced by a wave of reserved fear. The creatures in the village were elves, well known to Niyaz's people for being witches and demon callers. He blinked back to stories told to him by his Grandfather of a massive war fought on the mainland. Al'Mamlaka Farsaan had stayed out of the conflict, preferring to raid and pillage each side equally, yet stories of glimpsed monstrosities did not go unnoticed.
As Niyaz's party reached the center of the village he noticed that not all the doors and windows had been boarded up. Several of the Elvishkind still walked the cobbled streets. This both horrified and astonished Niyaz. He wasn't used to mere peasants not fleeing in sight of him and his black sail. I guess my ship requires a black sail to be feared he thought sullenly as his day dreams went back to an image of the Nayab, it's once pristine black sails marred and torn. Returning to the town, he decided to just get this hell started with.
"Hail Elvishkind! Feel no fear! We are here to speak, nothing more!"