Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170409032121/@comment-27097330-20170411234300

Meanwhile on board the royal fleet...

An extreme loyalist named Altheon, one of Aragost's navigators, (and probably spies), approaches the Sealord, who is standing at the prow of the ship.

"My men are anxious to know when we attack. The southern rabble will curse the day they crossed us."

The Sealord turns around and sighs. "We don't."

"Excuse me?"

"Salumn is not the enemy Altheon."

"But sir, you told the king..."

"You are." With a whirl the Sealord raises a torch into the air, and acknowledging the signal, a fire is lit at the back of the ship. Lights go up all across the fleet, as hundreds of loyal sailors turn on the loyalists, striking down those who resist and imprisioning those who don't.

Quickly realizing things have ave gone awry, Altheon reaches for his sword without a shout and attempts to charge the Sealord. He doesn't make it far before guards surround him and disarm him, tho he kills six in the process.

"Thank you for being my example." The Sealord seems calm as Altheon's head is forced to lie upon a block. He slowly unsheathed his sword, rippling in the morning sun. "Do you know the story of this blade? It was Castamir's once. Darktide... The name's a little dramatic perhaps, but you cannot deny the poetic justice."

Altheon spits on his foot. "I have no words for you, traitor."

The Sealord sighs. "Very well." He backs up slightly. "When you see Aragost in hell, and you will..." He raises the sword. "Tell the bastard cunt I say hi."

The morning was wet with blood.