Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20151121223950

The seas were calm...unusualy calm, in the mind of Prince Imrahil. He was on a voyage to the south, going to Minas Tirith for a feast. In these days of peace, he was accompanied by only a small guard of 4 swan-ships. It was a misty night, and most of the men were asleep. A few men had reported seeing lights to the south, and sometimes a distant cry of a man, but these were dismissed as mere tricks of the eyes and ears. These waters were purportedly haunted, but Imrahil feared no shadow, and to arrive quicker, passed through these waters. Soon, a great explosion was heard to the north, one of the swan ships had been damaged by some kind of fire-bomb. Black sails and black ships were seen to the south. The men barely had time to scream "Corsairs!" before he was blown to pieces by their new weapon. The ship was surrounded by a fleet ten times greater then the swan knights. A fell voice came from the flagship. "Surrender your arms, and you will be taken prisoner. Fight...and you will die." 