(Lieutenant [color=fff79a]Alon d’Trilith[/color] (Side), Officer of the Royal Army, Perona, On’hino)

“[color=fff79a]See to it that the Goliath-Class vessels understand their positions.[/color]” Alon watched the Sea Tiger run off down the bustling streets, before he turned to Colonel Marius. He looked up at the half-giant. “[color=fff79a]That’s the last of the preparations. The Expeditionary Force intends to beach near Daradium. They won’t fly any flags, but the port will go down in flames before the Seventh Cavalry hits the beaches.[/color]”

“Excellent.” Marius grinned, and ruffled the lieutenant’s hair. “Establish fortifications there, and we’ll turn it into a gathering point for the rest of the march.”

Alon broke free of Marius’ grip, and fixed his hair. “[color=fff79a]The brass still hasn’t said a word on what further orders we have, once the fortifications are complete.[/color]”

“In due time, Trilith, in due—“ 

The ground shook as an explosion shattered the air, and the quiet ambience of the port. The barking of vendors was replaced with screams, and the barking of orders. Alon was quick to run towards the harbor, cursing under his breath. A towering inferno swarmed several of the ships; the crew all but swallowed in its fiery embrace. 

At the docks, several of the Sea Tigers clashed steel with armored soldiers; any sign of an insignia scratched off of their plates. It was a cowardly attack, with nobody there to take responsibility. Alon ran onto the docks, and behind one of the attackers. Grabbing him by the shoulder, he kicked the soldier’s leg out before shoving him down between two Goliath-Class ships. A scream was cut off as the two ships collided; turning the armored warrior into a giant, gory, steel coin.

Drawing his blade, Alon blocked the blow of another soldier before sinking down, and running him through. He grabbed the soldier’s sword-arm, and held it in place until the blood loss sapped the last of the foe’s life.  Ripping his sword free, the lieutenant looked around to find the rest of the attackers already dispatched, but not without losses of their own. He looked at the burning ship; charred forms barely distinguishable from the deck. 

“[color=fff79a]Hino’s balls,[/color]” he muttered, before looking at the remaining pirates. “[color=fff79a]Drag these bodies off the docks, so we can look into this. And put that damned fire out before I throw you lot in![/color]”

Several of the ships still in the harbor set sail; loaded to the brim with Sea Tigers, with little more than bloodlust fueling their sails. 

“As of this moment,” Marius declared, walking onto the docks, “I’m authorizing the Sea Tigers to sieze and search every non-military ship in the region. I want the men responsible for this… this insult, to hang from atop the Shining City’s walls!”

([color=f26522]Holden d’Alnharte[/color] (Main), Paline’s War Room, Praelium)

“[color=f26522]I’m many things, Claudius,[/color]” Holden assured the dragon born, “[color=f26522]but a liar, I would think not.[/color]” He folded his arms over his chest. “[color=f26522]I care little for revenge, as well. What I seek for now is refuge. As much as my providing of information could be considered treason, my standing records with the On’hinian government leaves me a wanted man.[/color]”

Approaching Claudius, the Exile offered his hand once more. “[color=f26522]I’ll offer what services I can to stop the conquest, spare bending my knee to a new king. If left unopposed, the General-Kings will undo everything that King Torin and his ancestry have worked so hard to achieve.[/color]”


(On'hinian Royal Navy was attacked at the Port of Perona; any ships that aren't flying the Naval Flag are going to be stopped, searched, and seized if the Sea Tigers deem it necessary.)