Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150124060524

The group of Elven boats sailed along the western sea. The weather was very calm. It was sunny and the waves were small. It was looking like the path to the lands of the sun would be a success.

A few hours later, a heavy fog began to build up. Pretty soon, the sun was dimmed, and the Elves, even with their superior vision, couldn't see more than half a mile in any direction.

From the crow's nest of the flagship Elven vessel, the watchman called out:

"Sir! I think I see another ship in the distance!"

"Are you sure?" The captain replied. "What sort of ship? From which nation?"

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like--oh, it's a rock. Sorry!"

The captain shook his head in slight disappointment. How do you mistake a rock for a ship?

Then, a rather large boulder propelled it's way through the ship's bow.

"Battlestations, men! We're under attAAAAAAHH!" a second rock crashed through the ship right near the captain, and he fell through.

"Man overboard! Someone get a rope, all stop immediately! Return fire at will!"

"But sir, we can't see the enemy!"

Three more rocks busted through the port side of the ship in front of the flagship, and it began to sink. Suddenly, an enemy showed itself. It was a long skinny vessel, made out of some dark blood red wood, with no deck on top and no sails. It had an iron wedge on the front. It was moving fast, very fast, propelled by something other than the wind or oars.

It charged full speed into the flagship vessel, it's iron prow smashing through the wood. Other ships launched ballista arrows and catapult rocks, breaking holes in it, but it pulled out of the flagship