Raiders of the Lost Arks - Supplemental

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Raiders of the Lost Arks - Part Eight

Around the central mast is where the strongest pocket of resistance is. With Ailith and Maggie coming in from both sides, there's little avenue for escape. At the mast, there is a female Captain and male First Mate. Armed with flintlocks and shouting for the crew to replay something similar to Custer's last stand. Viciously sharp kukri's slash at those that encroach. Most of them Stand. They aren't automatons though. Flesh and blood, a goodly number find the WinterFae absolutely terrifying, what with their deadly exuberance. The ring of protectors fall until it's just the two upper ranks leveling pistols, practically back to back. The flinklocks look like they have limited volleys possible, and they're wanting to make the last one's count for something if they can. The Captain raises her voice. She's a woman of sinew and muscle. Not a hulking figure, but past middle age. Scarred and hardened. "Welcome aboard! The Bloody Nag offers death to our enemies!" Her First Mate looks like he's going to be sick, but the scimitar in his hand hardly trembles. He starts reciting a dirge or litany under his breath. Something about his time is up, and that sucks.
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