Seeing the pirate boat turning away, Ludo lowered his bow – turning to Miklos, he asked him, “could you cast your spell upon the leader that would cast him into the sky and then release it when his ship has sailed on without him? With all that plate mail, he would sink like a stone.”
“Ingenious,” interjected Hasan admiringly. And the elf summoned his levitation magics, focusing all their power on the pirate captain. To execute his incantation amid their own vessels movements taxed the elf’s concentration, so the elf could only hold his breath as he released the energies on their target and heaved upward with all his might.
Stephan kept an eye on the pirate boat despite its turning away. Damn, he thought. Can’t retrieve those arrows. He watched to see what Hasan was up to.
He couldn’t help but laugh at seeing the plate-armored leader of the other boat be unceremoniously lifted from his boat. The man let out a string of curses that made Stephan laugh even harder. He could see that Hasan, however, was not laughing but actually breaking a sweat; his face in stern concentration.
Dwarf in the meantime was scrambling back to his feet and putting some distance between him and railing he’d almost gone through. He cast about looking for his dropped crossbow. Thankfully, it also hadn’t gone over the edge.
Hearing laughter, Feldard followed his companions gazes up into the sky and the dwarf added his deep guffaws to their mirth.
After seeing the man plummet to his watery doom, the dwarf looked across the waters to the fleeing boat. “Do we go after the others and deal with them now or wait til they regroup come for us again?”
Ludo yelled across to the pirate riverboat “heave too and prepared to be boarded. If you resist you can expect no mercy! Captain, look lively – take us alongside, before the bandits awake. Ludo looked at the Mudlarks crewmen, you men grab some grapples and rope we need to secure these bandits before they awake.”
“Easy there young man,” said the grizzled Captain Scylla. “My vessel tain’t meant for combat. We’re on schedule to arrive in Threshold midday on the ‘morrow and ‘tis a schedule I aim to be keepin’.”
And so the Mudlark continued on its journey on the Windrush River. The rest of the day was uneventful. After their battle adrenalin subsided, the battle-hardened companions relaxed as the sun began to set. Once again, the sharp-eyed Elven prince was the first to spot something of interest in the distance. High in the sky toward the east, over the hills and headed northward was a flying red carpet. One of the passengers was unmistakeably dressed in the trademark golden yellow robes of their rival Golthar. The other two riders were a man in chain armor and a female dressed in leather.