Piracy!

[Praetor 1550]

Altariel looked at the people gathered in front of her, smiling widely. She had planned this for a long time, and she was quite sure her Thorns would not let her down. She spins around, pushing the door to the gathering place open, and ordering them along behind her with a small flick of her hand.

They marched along behind her, in a motly collection of armor and weapons. He trusted Cobra walked right behind her left shoulder, while the others followed in a disorganized row. The walked for only a couple hundred meters, till the proud masts of the various ships at the Cloud Temple were finally revealed to them as they crested a hill. Altariel turns to the men, and grins widely, revealing her large, red teeth. "Move it!" She yells at them, and hurries on, her heavy armor slowing her as it clanks loudly against her.

She rubs her knew scar, a crackling line traveling around her throat. She wasn't sure how it had happened, but she was pretty sure she knew who had done it...With a shake of her head she dispelled the idea, and rushes along with her men, and women. Soon they were in front of the ship...

With a cry, she urged her men onboard, adrenaline rushing through her cold veins. They poured on deck, their hired sailors jumping in with them as willingly as the others. Quickly, it was all over. They had planned their attack well, not one person could be found on board. The two sailors were soon screaming orders as her Thorns ran about in a bustle, readying the ship.

And then, a cry of alert from the vigile. Two men had been spotted rushing to the ship! In a matter of seconds, three archers were on deck, bows aimed at the two men. One threatened with Alchemical fire, but did not last long under the incoming arrows, and soon he had fled.

And then, in a snapping of sails and a rush of waves, the ship began to move. With a cheer, and gleeful laughing the ship began to sail off. Just before they left, Altariel took out a rose from her satchel. Touching it lightly, she murmurred lowly, only heard by herself. "And so we strike again...."

Long after, when the ship was long out of sight, only a red rose, with a touch of frost remained on the dock...The Frozen Thorns had struck again.

((Just to avoid any complaints, this was over 100 blocks from the CT.))

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.