It was a hot, sunny day on the sea. Sledge had been on that small boat since just before sunrise that morning, fighting it to go the direction he wanted it to, with little luck. He had accomplished getting far enough away from the shore of the Blessed Isle that he could no longer see it just a few hours before noon, which made him significantly more at ease.
Then he spotted the wreckage. Since it lay directly in his path, only another hour passed before the floating crates came into clearer view. That’s when he realized there were two motley survivors attached to those floating crates. They hailed him, begging to be let aboard. He asked what had happened, to which they blamed pirates. Eventually, hesitantly, the young imperialite let the two miserable wretches on board – only after insisting he collect their weapons. Wavedancer dragged one of the large crates aboard the vessel. When asked about it, Raj simply insisted it was their valuable cargo they were importing into the Realm.
The three quickly moved on to an elaborate question and answer session. Raj, the smaller of the two soaked men, delicately twisted occasionally changing stories to explain their predicament. Sledge simply answered most questions vaguely or not at all. Hours went by of verbal parlay, while the newcomers were interrogated, fed, and watered.
Before too long the contents of Wavedancer‘s and Raj’s “import” came into question, and a large set of red jade full plate was revealed – a relic worth more than a sultan’s palace. Sledge became suspicious of their motives, demanded answers, and after Wavedancer donned the armor, promptly knocked him off board. The large man barely managed to stay afloat for a few moments before rope was thrown down to him. After he deftly reascended onto the ship, verbal hostilities continued, and eventually went by the wayside.
Wavedancer crawled into the cabin to rest. Raj attempted to craft a makeshift fishing pole and line. After nearly two hours, he finally hefted a small fish aboard. Sledge) proceeded to make a vast display of power, his entire red-gold sunlight encompassing half of the entire boat, as he drew on enough essence to fuel the Celestial Circle of sorcerery. Raj took a few steps back, and before long red arcane runes appeared on Sledge’s hands. He then touched the fish, they vanished, and it promptly cooked whole.
Naturally, another round of verbal exchanges began again. Wavedancer was awakened by the commotion and light, and joined as well. Soon, they spotted a dot on the northern horizon. That dot was an Imperial warship. The unlikely crew decided, once they saw it was clearly gaining on them, to about-face and meet the ship head on.
Sledge pulled on most of the rest of his essence to invoke invulnerable skin of bronze. He staged himself on the ship, while Wavedancer steered the ship. Raj lay ready in the small crow’s nest.
Once they engaged the Realm’s vessel, fiery arrows rained down upon our heroes’ sails. They ignored it, intent on stealing their opponents’ larger vessel. The Dragon-Blooded soldier in charge of this Wild Hunt foray proclaimed he was here to reclaim the general’s son from the demon that had possessed him, by relieving him of all of his blood.
The battle ensued. When it looked bleak for the Wild Hunt, one of the few men left standing set fire to their own sails, spiting out a curse and proclaiming that the Anathema would go down with him. The Solars killed every last man on board that ship, and then managed to extinguish the flames aboard the Wild Hunt vessel – but not before the sails and most of the rigging was burnt to ashes.
It was three days of hard rowing before they reached their destination of The Lap. When they arrived there, they saw The Lap’s armada in the middle of a fierce battle with the navy of Chiaroscuro. One of the ships demonstrated impressive skill, landing a cannonball nearly 2 leagues away into the Imperial warship our heroes happened to be upon. And so we leave off.