~ ⦽ ~
Castle Iskar
The Cleavermaw turned hard, leaned with the wind, then righted itself as the
crew scrambled to adjust the sails.
Kaptain Mogrum stood next to the helm, hanging on to the rigging with one
hand and his hat with the other. Lost Uzzog stood just behind him, calling
out course adjustments over the noise of the winds.
The lookout in the crow’s nest, and over half the crew, watched the distant
floating castle, silhouetted against a twilight sky, hanging in the air over
Iscarion.
In the prow a small group of orruks tried to look busy while not really
doing anything productive. They chatted in hushed tones, while slowly
coiling a rope, or rearranging a line of barrels.
"Metaliths can't be overloaded by just pulling on 'em. Chains or no chains."
said Oiler Tunn, deckhand.
"Which I weren't saying they could, I said overloaded, but I meant
thaumaturgically." said Double Barrel, deckhand.
"That would take a deal of power, and no mistake. Likely more than is
possible to gather at short notice, in a place such as where we are." said
Mr Sludga, deckboss.
The other two orruk pirates looked up at Sludga in surprise. He didn't
usually offer an opinion in their discussions of sorcery, conjuring,
abduration or enchantment. They were impressed.
"We've still got the Dead Man's Chest aboard." said Double Barrel "There are
about 55 kilothaums left after that business with the Oubliette."
"More like 15!" said Ledger Nud without looking up from his book. "Himself
used over 35 to open the door on the way out. Very nearly broke his staff
with the feedback overload."
"Oh." said Double Barrel, deflated.
"What about Draketooth's plan? Do ya think we'll be getting all a-tangled up
with that?" he said, turning to Mr Sludga again.
"The Kap'n ain't keen on it. After all, he don't want to look like he's
running after them Umbral Corsairs like some trained dog. They made it clear
a-last time we met that they ain't at all happy we're here. Especially
herself." said Sludga, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Then how about subterfuge? Like, sneak into the castle all quiet-like and
see what mischief can be achieved." said Tunn.
Sludga just nodded. He wasn’t sure strolling into a vampire's fortress blind
was a great idea but he couldn't be bothered to argue with Tunn. Not without
a drink first, at any rate. And he had a horrible feeling Tunn was right
too.
~ ⦽ ~
Kaptain Mogrum had his own thoughts on the matter but he wasn't going to
share them with the crew just yet. Not when so much depended on his luck and
the mistakes of others. But then, all his best plans did. He chuckled to
himself (the helmsman glanced at him nervously, out of the corner of his
eye).
After all was said and done, he and the crew had more experience dealing
with the undead than almost anything else.
~ ⦽ ~
"This place feels weirdly familiar..." muttered Sludga, under his breath.
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