#kyvea

“Contact!” came the yell from the deck, and the Kyvea pushed out from the commander’ office and peered out across the flat wooden platform before her “Report!” she yelled into the high wind of the North Sea. Reaching into her pouch for her monocular and moving backwards towards the wheel of the low slung clipper ship she was currently commanding.

Once she began to evaluate the sea that surrounded them, she did not need any report her way. Some way off the Port bow, crawled a North Sea Pirate ship, the masts it carried gave it away a mile off. Due to the dimness of the late evening light, and the general uselessness of a pirate schooner. It was unlikely the spotting was mutual. “All hands on deck! Battlestations!” she yelled out, and the call began to run out below decks as moved up to the very front of the ship’s meagre bridge.

From her vantage point she could hear the four cannon on the front portion of the deck being unhooked and pushed up to their firing points. And the scurrying of seamen across the varnished planks of Quel’thalassian timber. Leaning out on the small rail before her, she peers up at the much taller and larger ship. The deck showed very little sign of life, but down in the bowels of the ship, she could see flickering candles through the ship’ few portholes, the majority of this ship was filled with cannon, banked out in four rows of twelves guns..

Turning to her second in command, she point up at the ship and said with a slowly developing smirk “Pull under it’s aft. turn on our Starboard side. Tell the magi to disable the rudder, and then prepare the lines. Drop the mast at one hundred feet from contact. Silent approach.” with this she nodded and made her way back to the officer’s cabin, tugging her thicker armour onto her muscled torso and legs, before going to an ornate box on her dresser and pulling forth length of embroidered coloured fuses, grinning to herself she entwines them into her hair, before pulling her hood and mask into place, the combustible ends of the fuses poking out around the troll skull face guard.

By the time she returned topside, her ship had slid its way beneath the aft of the large Schooner. She makes three very pointed hand signals and seven grappling lines were flung loose into the air, locking about the rails that back the pirate ships bridge. Slowly her troops began to clamber up the ropes. As the mages begin to freeze the rudder of the ship solid.

She moves gracefully to the front of her ship, snatching up another line and tossing it above, catching a hook also. Reaching out she grabs a stick of dynamite from her subordinate “You have the bridge, Lieutenant Bloodwhisper” and with that, she tucks the explosives into her pouch, flicked her fingers to light her fuses, and ascended to the ship above.

Landing on the bridge with a deft step, she scans the deck and sees a number of booze addled pirates stumbling through various hatches head and to her right, the navigator and helmsman were being cut down by her sailors. The fuses fizzling as she takes off into a sprint, placing one foot upon the front railing of the raised bridge, taking flight towards the pirates below. She lands on a rather burly looking orc, latching her feet around his neck and continuing her momentum, clinging onto a side rail as she rotates over the wooden bar. The Orc is tossed helplessly into the sea. Kyvea hops back over the railing and draws her weapons, she hops away from a very clumsy slice at her from a dwarf and she kicks him hard in the face, before driving the tip of her blade into his throat, sliding it out to the right to slice the jugular of the short male. Her other blade flails out and catches the throat of another pirate, blood spurting over her armour and mask, the fuses growing brighter.

The Blood Elves began to slice down into the hold and once the crew of The Bloodstealer were in the gunpowder hold, the last of the crew cowering on deck in chains. Kyvea turns to her crew and says in a cold cruel voice “We have no room for prisoners, feed them to the sharks. You have ten minutes to strip what we can and then I want you back on the ship. Steelsun and Bloodvine, pour out the powder back to the bridge. Move out!”