It was nice Node-ing ya - Part 4

Clive's Selkie Squadron are a blasted thorn in the side of the Consortium ships. They're trying to run the border and manuever out of the lightning zone. There's no shortage of desperate attempts, but they've yet to be able to find an opening between the Steel Seal's ships or do enough damage. The lightning strikes are really riled up and produce bursts and cascades of elemental power, perhaps due to the large amount of warfare and death. Two Consortium ships are struck dead on their tallest masts and crack catastrophically from top to bottom. Their powder stores don't ignite, but they're sundered violently in two, sparks flying and the vessels being broken messily into two halves. Two vessels in particular are trying to shadow the Chimera. Slick corsairs with wicked streamlining and swept back sails. They have almost outrigger-like runners deployed to either side and are what ship transformed from a wave would resemble. They carve like cutlasses, their crews made up of dusky lithe marauders with shortbows and curved knives. They seem to be rather cool and collected during this madness. Faint nimbus' of menace drift from their ballistae. They shriek a challenge from some part of their ships. Throats or instruments, it's like an avian cry.
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