Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-24142725-20140115202144

A courier from the imperial palace ran to the waterfront. Where a legate looked over the now complete battlefleet. All six of them. The Courier came to a halt just next to the legate.

“Message from the Emperor sir”

The legate looked at the Breton courier.

“then… It is time”

The courier delivered the message and ran back to the city. The legate followed him with his eyes until he was across the pier. He then proceeded with opening the scroll.

It was clearly the official order. It had the stamp and handwriting of the Emperor.

He closed the scroll again made a look sigh and walked up on the main ship. He then blew the horn stationed on the upper deck. Every soldier aboard the ship came to stand in formation on the lower deck facing the legate. It was dead silent. And every man was waiting for the legate to give the orders.

“my men. Today is the day. We knew it would come. The day you signed up to come here. And whatever happens today. It will go down in History as one of our most decisive battles. But I must ask. If anyone still wants to leave, do so now”

Nobody moved.

“We do this for the empire! That it might bring peace and prosperity to all who reside within and that it will smite down all who oppose it! Are you with me?!”

the soldiers cheered in response

“Alright then. What more needs to be said” He ended his speech

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“The Uriel, man your stations!” the Legate ordered

“Yes sir!” Uriel Crew replied and went to their ship ‘the Uriel’

“The Martin, man your stations!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes sir!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Palegius, man your stations!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes sir!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“The Kintyra, man your stations!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Yes sir!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“The Katariah, man your stations!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Yes sir!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“And, The Tiber, man your stations!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Yes sir!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">All battleships now had their crew aboard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The legate now put on the new captain’s hat which was part of the new uniform and went to the control

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">Chamber. His ship was ‘The Tiber’ by the way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“morning crew” he saluted while placing his hat on the table with the map of Tamriel on it

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">His crew saluted back

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“morning”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The first mate came to him

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“What is our target sir?” he asked for certainty

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The Captain let out a sigh

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Target is Summerset isle…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Engine room start engine!” He shouted through a brass tube that went all the way down to the Engine room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“Aye aye Captain”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The Engineer then proceeded to start up the Cylinder that resided in the middle of the room, turning a wheel which let the energy flow to all the parts of the ship. As the Engine started to

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt"> throb and make a slow humming noise that got louder and faster with every second so did all the other ships in the formation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The captain looked outside and saw all the ships follow ‘The Tiber’ exactly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The metallic humming now was at its maximum  stage and the ships started to vibrate.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">“steady now… steady now…” the Engineer down at the core said to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">The Ships now started to shake and the water surrounding the hull of the ships started to boil. Then suddenly the shaking stopped and the movement of water could be heard as if it filled a

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:-72.0pt">large gap.

<p class="MsoNormal">The captain then looked outside and saw all the ships hoover just above the water. Little streams of water still escaped at the sides of the ships. And a large crowd gathered at the docks. The Tiber was too far off so the Captain couldn’t exactly see the facial expressions, but he could only imagine

<p class="MsoNormal">''A flying ship let alone a fleet isn’t something you see every day. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The Fleet now had gained enough altitude so it was visible from the Market district where little shades of what appeared to be people all stopped doing whatever they were doing and gathered on the main road to look in Awe whatever happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Fleet had reached the clouds in 6 minutes. And where now barely visible.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright crew, that went well…” the captain reassured his crew.

<p class="MsoNormal">“now, set course for Summerset isle. There is a debt that needs ‘repaid”