Arc 721, 22nd of Zi'da
The overnight Zi'da snow had barely had time to settle when they arrived. In time, the cold white powder would begin to melt on the warm Faldrass soil, but there were already footprints leading up to the settlement gate before that could happen.
Darius had been called to the palisade by the gate guards, and there he stood in his thick, fur-lined coat, looking down at the group. Five pairs of eyes looked back up at him. Their cowls and capes, all in muted colours, flitted about in the icy wind, Each individual carried a stiff bow case in one hand, and a capped quiver over one shoulder.
One of the group stepped forward, creating another pair of footprints in the snow.
"We have come from the main island to join your service, my lord," the woman called out in a bold voice as the wind caught her long, brunette curls. "We want to help with the ship."
'The ship' was a pirate vessel called the Dread Otter. Its crew had been causing trouble for Faldrassians in some of the coastal villages. A few of them had been marooned on the volcanic island, where they had made the fatal mistake of ambushing Darius and two others.
It did not end well for the pirates.
But the rest of the crew continued to cause problems, at one point threatening Hopetoun's fishing boats. Darius had then taken it upon himself to intercept, and the Dread Otter and the Libertalia had ended up in something of a stalemate.
But the Hopetounians had succeeded in protecting their vessels, and the pirates hadn't been seen for quite some time...
...until recently.
Missives had been received from nearby coastal villages, requesting help. And just as Darius had been wondering how to respond, the visitors had arrived.
"From the main island?" Darius called back, not bothering to hide his surprise.
"Your name is more widely known than you might realise, my lord," the woman replied with a chuckle, though she followed it with a deferential nod.
Darius paused briefly as he looked over the group. He had been unable to combat the pirates because his crew were sailors, rather than fighters. Having a group of willing archers could swing the balance in Hopetoun's favour.
With that brief realisation, his decision was made, and he turned to the guards and instructed them to open the gates.
Darius had been called to the palisade by the gate guards, and there he stood in his thick, fur-lined coat, looking down at the group. Five pairs of eyes looked back up at him. Their cowls and capes, all in muted colours, flitted about in the icy wind, Each individual carried a stiff bow case in one hand, and a capped quiver over one shoulder.
One of the group stepped forward, creating another pair of footprints in the snow.
"We have come from the main island to join your service, my lord," the woman called out in a bold voice as the wind caught her long, brunette curls. "We want to help with the ship."
'The ship' was a pirate vessel called the Dread Otter. Its crew had been causing trouble for Faldrassians in some of the coastal villages. A few of them had been marooned on the volcanic island, where they had made the fatal mistake of ambushing Darius and two others.
It did not end well for the pirates.
But the rest of the crew continued to cause problems, at one point threatening Hopetoun's fishing boats. Darius had then taken it upon himself to intercept, and the Dread Otter and the Libertalia had ended up in something of a stalemate.
But the Hopetounians had succeeded in protecting their vessels, and the pirates hadn't been seen for quite some time...
...until recently.
Missives had been received from nearby coastal villages, requesting help. And just as Darius had been wondering how to respond, the visitors had arrived.
"From the main island?" Darius called back, not bothering to hide his surprise.
"Your name is more widely known than you might realise, my lord," the woman replied with a chuckle, though she followed it with a deferential nod.
Darius paused briefly as he looked over the group. He had been unable to combat the pirates because his crew were sailors, rather than fighters. Having a group of willing archers could swing the balance in Hopetoun's favour.
With that brief realisation, his decision was made, and he turned to the guards and instructed them to open the gates.