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Earendil Halfelven · 02-08-2004, 04:03 PM

The sound of the sails in flapping in the breeze was comforting to Doran.
There's nothing like the sound of the wind and the surf in the morning, he thought. He was aboard his ship The Rapscallion and it gave him the best feeling in the world. He loved raiding villages and pillaging.

"Land ho!"

He stood at the bow and looked out to see a coastline dotted with little brown specks.
"Excellent! A village," he said to himself.
A grubby looking man approached him.

"Captain, what're yer orders?"

Doran smiled. "Prepare to disembark. We're going to pay the commonwealth of Gondor a little visit from Captain Doran. Since I raided this exact same village years before, they should remember my name. I want the Regal Dawn crew to disembark also and accompany us. All other ships are to remain on guard for any sight of trouble."

"Aye, sir!" The man left to pass on the orders.

Doran buckled his sword belt on. It had been a long time since he had worn it in a raid, but now he was about to remind himself of the feeling.

As the crew of the Rapscallion and Regal Dawn were lowered into smaller boats, the rest of his fleet kept their eyes open. Doran looked around. It was a lovely sight.
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"Well, if it isn't Captain Jythralo Doran."

"Greetings, mayor. I see you remember me from the last time I paid this town a visit," Doran replied.

The old, bald mayor glared at him. The man was tied with two corsairs holding him. The rest of the town was subdued and all resistance destroyed. The scene was decorated with a few dead townspeople here and there and the aroma of burning houses filled the air and was accented with the sounds of mourning women and children.

"You murderer!" was all the man could say.

This was the third time Doran had raided this village. It was his favorite place to visit, actually.

"Mayor, you know I love your town. Its so hospitable."

"You...you...MONSTER! How could you do this three times? Haven't you done enough to my people?"

"Oh come now, don't be so pessimistic. Last time, I burned half the buildings, killed at least 40 men for resisting, pillaged all your personal valuables, and took 10 women captives away. This time, I'm only burning about 10 buildings and I only killed about 15 men. They did after all kill four of my men. And this time, I'm not taking any captives. But I'm taking all your personal valuables again. Did you start up your collection of paintings again after I took your old one?"

The man just glared. "Thief," was all he could mutter.

Doran smiled.
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All the men were back aboard their respective ships and they set sail again for another town that Doran remembered as being particularly generous to his men. Adeline stood on deck.
"Why do you look so angry?" he asked her.
"How can you go and steal from innocent people and kill?" she demanded.
"It's in my nature,"Doran replied. He smiled at her. All she did was make some sort of sound of disapproval and disgust.

Doran held out a bottle towards her.
"You would care for some pillaged wine, my lady Adeline?"

"I'm never going to accept anything you've killed for!" she replied.

Some of his men looked at her and then back at Jythralo.

"You know what I usually do with female captives? I let my crew have their way with them." Shock came on Adeline's face and all the crew within hearshot laughed and smirked.
"You'd never..." she said.

"But since your so negative, I'm not going to let you contaminate my crew with your bad attitude." The crew burst out laughing.

"No wine, huh? Well, thats just more for me!" Doran laughed again and took a deep swig from the bottle.

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02-08-2004, 04:03 PM	#74
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	The sound of the sails in flapping in the breeze was comforting to Doran. There's nothing like the sound of the wind and the surf in the morning, he thought. He was aboard his ship The Rapscallion and it gave him the best feeling in the world. He loved raiding villages and pillaging. "Land ho!" He stood at the bow and looked out to see a coastline dotted with little brown specks. "Excellent! A village," he said to himself. A grubby looking man approached him. "Captain, what're yer orders?" Doran smiled. "Prepare to disembark. We're going to pay the commonwealth of Gondor a little visit from Captain Doran. Since I raided this exact same village years before, they should remember my name. I want the Regal Dawn crew to disembark also and accompany us. All other ships are to remain on guard for any sight of trouble." "Aye, sir!" The man left to pass on the orders. Doran buckled his sword belt on. It had been a long time since he had worn it in a raid, but now he was about to remind himself of the feeling. As the crew of the Rapscallion and Regal Dawn were lowered into smaller boats, the rest of his fleet kept their eyes open. Doran looked around. It was a lovely sight. _____________________________________________ "Well, if it isn't Captain Jythralo Doran." "Greetings, mayor. I see you remember me from the last time I paid this town a visit," Doran replied. The old, bald mayor glared at him. The man was tied with two corsairs holding him. The rest of the town was subdued and all resistance destroyed. The scene was decorated with a few dead townspeople here and there and the aroma of burning houses filled the air and was accented with the sounds of mourning women and children. "You murderer!" was all the man could say. This was the third time Doran had raided this village. It was his favorite place to visit, actually. "Mayor, you know I love your town. Its so hospitable." "You...you...MONSTER! How could you do this three times? Haven't you done enough to my people?" "Oh come now, don't be so pessimistic. Last time, I burned half the buildings, killed at least 40 men for resisting, pillaged all your personal valuables, and took 10 women captives away. This time, I'm only burning about 10 buildings and I only killed about 15 men. They did after all kill four of my men. And this time, I'm not taking any captives. But I'm taking all your personal valuables again. Did you start up your collection of paintings again after I took your old one?" The man just glared. "Thief," was all he could mutter. Doran smiled. _____________________________________________ All the men were back aboard their respective ships and they set sail again for another town that Doran remembered as being particularly generous to his men. Adeline stood on deck. "Why do you look so angry?" he asked her. "How can you go and steal from innocent people and kill?" she demanded. "It's in my nature,"Doran replied. He smiled at her. All she did was make some sort of sound of disapproval and disgust. Doran held out a bottle towards her. "You would care for some pillaged wine, my lady Adeline?" "I'm never going to accept anything you've killed for!" she replied. Some of his men looked at her and then back at Jythralo. "You know what I usually do with female captives? I let my crew have their way with them." Shock came on Adeline's face and all the crew within hearshot laughed and smirked. "You'd never..." she said. "But since your so negative, I'm not going to let you contaminate my crew with your bad attitude." The crew burst out laughing. "No wine, huh? Well, thats just more for me!" Doran laughed again and took a deep swig from the bottle. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:06 PM February 08, 2004: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.