Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140325015807

(Thanks, Rider.)

By the time Jack was able to get a good view of the new arrivals, a company of guards was standing on the docks with arrows ready, prepared to fire the minute Jack gave the signal. He squinted and tried to see the faces of the approaching strangers, but their faces were hidden behind the cowls of grey cloaks, and he could not recognize them by the strange armor they were wearing, which was made of leather dyed in shades of black, grey, and red. He eyed them warily as the boats reached a dead halt about twenty-five feet away from shore, still gathered in a wedge-shaped formation.

A cloaked figure standing near the front of the leading boat stood adamantly, looking over the army from behind the hood of the cloak. Although Jack could not see the eyes of the captain, he could sense that the commander was assessing, wondering whether or not to approach the docks. There was a moment of dead silence before Jack raised his hand to signal the archers to put away their weapons. The guards all looked at Jack as if he were crazy for a moment, but they finally lowered their bows and watched as the leading boat drew closer.

The boat finally reached the docks, and Jack's hand slowly moved to his knives as he watched the commander stepped off the boat. By now he could see the orange eyes of the captain, and when she cast back the cowl of her cloak, he was met by fanged smile that sent a cold shiver down his spine.

"Why hello there, my friend. Am I too late for the party?" Seline grinned.