Posted 23 January 2008 - 02:24 AM
Burly rubbed his freshly splinted leg. It still hurt from the fall from the tree, then being dragged to the orc encampment. He thought back to the pleasure he had gotten from spitting in the orc leader's face. He reached back and grabbed his recently strung bow. He had to get used to firing with a tight string again. He looked at the green armor covering the wood, and knew he had made the right choice in deciding to come on the ship. He grabbed his spear and left it in his cabin. He was on the Sea Hammer, Zhibain's ship. He surveyed the oncoming enemy, and prayed they wouldn't overrun the ship with their fatser less armored ships. He glanced at the balistae crew he was commanding, and felt the queasiness of sea travel. Although he was acustomed to the cold, he was never used to sea travel, being as there was no lakes in the northern ice caps. He looked out at the orcish ships again. "I'll never fergive ye fer what you did to my family....ye devils." He looked over at his crew and caled over the second in comand. "Oi, you there, i need ye to watch them fer me, i have something....to do." He walked over to a covered row boat, and looked at it. He strung and arrow and jumped in the boat. He looked up and let the arrow fly, and it caught the ropes that held the boat, dropping it. "Nows fer my side of the fight."