She merely nodded and put it back around her shoulders, a small smile on her lips as she pulled it close and enjoying the fact that it smelled like him.

  Well t'en, I be layin' 'ere on t'e docks t'en. Lysander, I bee keepin' watch w'th yee, If you be watchin', I be slumberin', take turns. yes? he nods to kree as kree sets off, and grunts as he sits back down and squirms into a somewhat comfy position to slumber while Lysander watches for a bit. Wake mee if'n you bee needin' to slumber a bit aye?. not opening his eyes to see if Lysander was okay with that, he settles in.

Giving Vilmund the better part of 2 hours, Lysander wakes him before taking a quick patrol around the area, then he catches 20 winks himself without a word.

{OOC) This presumes there is nothing to note.

 At Lysander's urging, Vilmi=und awoke for his stint. Rubbing his beard and face and giving a scratch around his ear, he shook his head telling the Dwarf, got it, make noise if'n  yee need me. he took another drink of water before  settling into his watch, taking a lok up and down the docks, making mental notes of the shadows and lighted areas, being mindful of what his brain told him was the new normal and gave himself mental notes of the sounds in his immediate area.

  Kree  walked  down the  docks,  a jerkin on and his dress  breeches, his  sword  belt   still on.

 The Little Gilr  called out...please  Sir.. a copper..or some brass.. please?

 Kree turned  to the Girl  , reaching  for  his purse..  some  sailors  behind  them  from the next inn down cat call..

 hey!..Long Ear!..ain't she a might young fer ya! there are Laughs.

  Kree doesn't turn aroudn but hands the Girl a  silver,  as she   takes  the  coin a sliver of  papers   is defty  passed to his hand, which he m conceals like a magic trick.

 she says,..go on Cap'm..sort them out... and she   runs away  into the darkness , like a ghost in sackcloth.

 Kree   draws his  sword,  he swishes it a  few times in the night air, letting the sound of steel  sing.....Right?... Who is the one , witht he Biggest mouth?.. I would  like to make it  bigger..aye?..say ear to ear...

 ..Bugger Off , Elf.... you ain't got  enough people her  ta  help ya...

 he looks  down the   dock and gives his head a shake 'no'.. then turns back...you  may be  right?..but.. lookign at what's in front of me..i would  feel it unfair if one of the barmaids  from the Plank, took you all on...

 a couple of the  men stood up....

 ..now?  You witht he Mouth?..Come  here..Kiss my boots, and i will forgive the inference  of you thinking  i would be a slaver... no Crimson Arrow  will stand for that... at the 'crimson arrow.. a pair of men thought it better to go inside.

 ..you think i'm goign to kiss  some  pointy eared fop's  boots?  you are mad!

 ..you will..or you will die... i've killed three poeple today?.. hate to leave an odd number..

 two more men thought it would be better to find  another bar  Inland...which left the talker   and two others...you think you can make me  kiss your boots.. his  buddies  pull cutlasses...

 Kree smiles...I'm counting on you...not to....
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  the others can see  some movement...barely..on the deck of the other ship.

Seeing the movement made her frown and she pulled her mask up to cover the lower half of her face. She had been quite content in her little hiding spot for the time being but it seemed like things were starting to pick up. Unshouldering her bow, Riven stalked closer to where the movement was, staying in the darkness of the shadows.

Lysander awakens to the loudmouthed ingrate.  His attention is immediately drawn to the other ship.  Thinking Kree able to handle himself, and knowing there were enough around to help him, Lysander decides to maintain his post, thinking of diversions and separation of forces.  There was no way he was leaving the lad to fend for himself.

 Noticing movement, Vilmund sits up as if to stretch, but was in reality trying for any better view of the movement.

Niphre strolled towards the docks, looking for the people she had been with. She was sure they were somewhere around here. Her time in the Trace Forest had been most helpful, or course. And relaxing, too.

Remaining in her seat, Tyri watched where Kree went, chewing on her bottom lip. It made her uneasy but she didn't want to run inside and get Ivy but she also didn't have a bow. Instead, she watched and waited.

  the three people spread  out around Kree, staying  a few feet from what looked like the reach of  The Elf's blade.

  ,,,, Maybe.. I'll have you lick the bottom of  our Boots...

 ..Kind of hard to do that  , from way over there...come closer.. there is  3 of you....there will be less, the closer you get... and all of you will be dead, if  you  don't  push off...Except you?  you still have to Kiss  my Boot...

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 the  three men on the  other ship were watching ....waiting....

Riven positioned herself where she could easily take out one of the guys on Kree but also to where she could see the men on the ship waiting...She notched an arrow and waited, concealed in the shadows and slowing her breath.

Lysander sees the men on the ship waiting for their moment.  He whispers to the lad, "It might be a good idea to wake your pet for a little bit."

He stands up to stretch.  Gotta make sure there are no kinks in the muscles.

    The  Lad   Nudge  the  Dragonette  its  head  rose only enough for its   eyes  to scan what what takign  place. 30 yards  away or so, the three  men  seemed like they were waiting for something...

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 The   Kid  Picked up his  crossbow, loaded it fast.

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 Kree  took a  step to ward the   sailor   towards  The Plank... the swirled  as his   blade  hissed infront of  the Sailor to the North.. The Sailor  Dropped to his  Knees.. his  hands started to reach for  his  Belly  as    entrails   started to seep out.....help...me....

  You are  Dead, Lad.. better for you to dive into the water, and let the serpents take youm  then the pain that's  coming.

  The Sailor  to the South  looked stunned... The Big Mouth  fellow  drew hs  cutlass..

 ..the Lad didnot have a chance?.. his   cutlass hangs from a rope  on his waist, and you thought these were the type of people to Kill me?

 ..and yet, ye  kilt  him...

 he was  warned... as were you... you will not be as well off  as he...

 The Southern fellow   reached  for his hand  crossbow  to shoot Kree in the back.

While I hear the sound of steel, I trust that Kree can handle himself.  I will not pull my attention from the ship.

As soon as she noted the man reaching for a crossbow, Riven loosed her arrow in his direction, not aiming to just disable but to kill, notching another arrow as soon as the other left and preparing to fire that one if the first didn't finish the job. She frowned upon the coward's attempt to shoot Kree in the back.

AS Vilmund hears Kree and the three begin their business, he looks to the other ship and watches the three men onboard. he loosens the strap on his shield so it can be brought to the ready and then pulls his hammer to his grip.... and readys himself for a dash towards the gangplank if they decide to come down.

  Kree Holds the  Longsword out  Like one would a rapier... ne slides  to the North, cutting the  Big Mouth Sailor's chance  to run there..

 There is a  Surprised   Shout of Pain as  the fellow with the Hand  Cross bow  fell... and Arrow   quivering in his back..

 Kree looked at the   small bolt in is Knee high Boot..he snorted  reached  with his left hand     and jerked the bolt  out, Flicked the Bolt like a  dagger   into the  dead man's  back.

 what are you!

 ..I am  an Elf... with friends....  he smiles...Edhel-o gurth..some  people call me that.. I like it...very few hear the words twice...

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 as the  Man with the cross bow fell the  Three   men Jumped from the    other  ship to  crates, leaping for  the Arrow's   ship..  Bodies  started  to up up from the Hold of the enemy ship

 Hooka   shot  out a Blast of Oily fire  that hit one of the 'stevedores'.. he screamed In fright and Pain , falling into the  waters  splashing as the  Oily mixture  still burned    while the serpents   rushed to investigate at least 8  people  broiled out of the Hold a  weighted net  was  slung in the   Air  and  landed opn Hooka   causing her  to snarl and roll  about, tangling herself   even more.

Lysander jumped to life, great axe in one hand, a hand axe in the other.  He called out, "Lad, get the net off of your pet!"

"Now it is time to take out the trash", he said as he throws his hand axe at the nearest enemy and brings his hand back to the axe to start swinging.

"Fucking cowards..." she muttered in elvish and let the arrow that was already poised and ready to fly loose towards one of the men trying to jump onto the ship they were protecting.

Come! Meet the Cold Ones!! Yells Vilmund as he rand towards the men trying to get to the ship as the dragonette fireballs the first one in line. he brings the shield up to fend anything that might come his way, and charges the rest. hammer being brought back for a smashing delivery..

      Crossing the  kid's  ship Vilmund  meet one of the boarders    Shield  to shiled, the mercs from the hold of the ship were armored   and  ready.

 Lysander's    Hand   Axe  hit  the other  stevedore   causing Himn to   fall m bouncing of  crates  to  Lie  on the  wharf  near his own ship.

  Riven's  Arrow lodges  in the wooden shiled of   a grizzled   warrior that hand a  Limp  , as the fellow tried to    climb into  the  Raining Sorrow.

 Ivy steps out the door     Nocking an arrow  as he  has a roll in his Mouth,..I hate when Kree is right... i really , really do...

    the others   running  out  see the  'boarding party;  trying to get to the ship for some reason..

 Reedrick shouts as he comes out  with his battleaxe.....ye bloody bastards  break me windows, an' i'll use ye  for serpent bait!

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 who sent  you..who is paying you..tell me   now.. and your   Death will be   quick and clean....

 ..Bugger  yerself Elf...  I'll be usin' yer head  to drink from...

 ..You know who i am?.. do you know  those   people down there  who are about to kill your partners?.... The Crimson Arrows... some  idiot  sent..dumber folk to attack the Crimson Arrows. right out  side thier Inn.. who..is that stupid?

 The   Fellow's  heavy cutlasses swished through the air    only to be batted  aside  by  Kree's Longsword...

   The fellow's eyes got big...Elves  are build   thin.... our muscles  are just like yours... the more  we use them, the stronger they get.... I have been swinging this  blade for 60 years..how long have  you swung yours?... one more chance... your  reward is a quick death... or a death by Pieces....who sent you...

Seeing the others arrive to help the ship, Riven turned back to the man that still faced off against Kree. Instead of notching another arrow, she pulled out a dagger and flipped it to where she was holding the tip. Taking aim, she threw the dagger, aiming for the back of the man's knee before moving back towards the ship though stopping at the halfway point between Kree and the ship, still hiding in the shadows. She notched another arrow and took a bead on the same warrior she hit before and let her arrow fly.

Hoping the Arrows would move in behind him, Lysander moved towards the next target and tried to plant his great axe into his flesh.

   Hooka   was snorting Smoke, and   getting herself in a worse tangle, the   mesh  was   braided  Metal.


  Mik  Fired  his   crossbow   dart at the swarm  comign   over the crates, he managed to hit one in the Thigh.. the Fellow  fell backwards    shouting and swearing  'his; side of the crates.

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 Lysander  , Moved  ,  and was met  By  one fellow waving a cutlass and  anothe r  fellow  with a wooden shild  and a  curves , Blade from Mouri

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  Riven's   Dagger swished through the air, catching the  burly man in the calf.. He shouted  in suprise..Riven then  sent  another arrow  at the  fellow , he , once more   ,managed to get the  shaft shuck in his   shield.

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 Ivy sent   an Arrow, just into the Mass.. he was  rewarded     with  a  fellow    screamign at the sight of an arrow in his  left  Bicep .

   He took a bite of the Roll  and said.....trust the sisters!

 there  were   7 men  still  attacking, 4 of them on 'our  ' ship.. three on the crates.. two  wounded  on the other side of the   crates.. and one slightly toasted  fellow getting eaten in the water.