Rain poured down from the sky as usual in the little port town of Menethil Harbor, there seemed to be quite some commotion in the little port however, atleast twenty battleships, heavily armed with cannons and fully loaded, sat in the Bay and awaited further instructions, the crew’s on the vessel’s quickly made some last minute preparations and everyone seemed to be quite in a hurry.
Not only in the bay strange activities were taking place however, infront of the Keep a large gathering was being held, the majority of the crowd seemed to be simple villagers, the rest either being sailors or guards, with a small minority carrying blood red tabards, white skulls imprinted on the border and a white ship imprinted on the chest area.
In the middle of a crowd, an aged man sat upon a green skinned turtle, he wore a black hat with a skull imprinted on it, at his sides were two heavily armed privateers, a male draenei and a female human.
The crowd suddenly grew silent as the man started speaking.
“Avast ye citizens o’ the Wetlands, aye..ye’ve prolly all been waitin’ fer me words regardin’ this fer some time now.”
“Arr..aye..ye all know wha’ I be speakin’ ‘bout, anyhow..two days ago the Council o’ Stormwind made it “official” as ‘em landlubbers be callin’ it, they be capturin’ our messenger an’ not only violated tha’ univer--..somethin’ messenger law, they also hornswaggled the lad into thar “Stockades” as they be callin’ it an’ put him up fer execution”
Several people within the crowd made gasping gestures, occasionally yelling “Madness” and “Mutiny”
“Aye..luckily the lad war makin’ his escape, we be havin’ a couple o’ ol’ mates to thank fer tha’, within thar City”
“We aint standin’ fer this landlubberin’ behaviour, if Stormwind be wantin’ war, we’ll give ‘em it, sharpen yer cutlasses, shine yer pist’s--..
A Random Villager suddenly shouted through the man’s words
“But S’ah, tha’ Stuurmweend Armeh’s ten taims the saiz uf ours, aan weey’ve onleh gut dah guards ‘n’ Praivateers ayn’ a boonch uf ships, whaa’ yoor pleennin’ eef thayre chargeen’ into the Wetlands S’ah?”
The crowd suddenly grew silent again and the man started speaking again
“Aye, war outnumbered by ‘em landlubbers, an’ aye..war goin’ to lose a whole bunch o’ ye, but if thar only settin’ one bloody step in the Wetlands we’ll give ‘em tooth,nail an’ rum flask fer every bloody inch ‘em landlubbers be settin’, the Pirate Court be agreein’ with our decision an’ thar givin’ every single ship they be havin’.”
He turned his attention to the Draenei next to him
“Avast Cap’n, send ‘em messengers to our allies ‘round the South Sea’s an’ beyond ‘n wha’ not, infact..ye can be sendin’ messengers to all ‘em lads ‘round Azeroth, just to make sure they aint sendin’ messengers fer peaceful negoti--..somethin’ in Stormwind, it be bad business, an’ if they could be givin’ us a hand out ‘ere”
The crowd started cheering, even the villagers seemed quite roused up, some were also enjoying a piece of Wetland’s latest cheese, buy it now and receive a free spoon upon purchase.
(( Feel free to leave an IC response after receiving a letter or what not, couldnt post on Nec due to some forum problems ))
Subject: [rp] The Final Preparations - by Korallius 