Snippet #1243383

Had it been a normal day in the port town of Ral'Shie in Gweynura, there would be well over two hundred ships in port. Hundreds of people would be scurrying about in their efforts to unload and deliver the cargo on board. Hundreds more would be searching the market stalls along the port for items of interest, and the sky would be filled with birds and the winds would carry the sounds of the sea across the town.

Today though, was anything but normal.

With the discovery and contact with continents previously unknown, the Capital had sent members of the Royal Guard to keep the peace at port where trade was conducted on a regular basis until an acceptable level of security was maintained by those involved rather than a militarized overseer.

One of Gweynura's generals, General Opton L'Czi, was in charge of the military's actions, and he maintained a well kept watch on the town as the new trading routines began to settle down.

Pirate attacks had increased as well, and today marked the beginning of a brand new assault.

The seas were ablaze with the sounds of cannon fire as a small army of pirates began laying waste to the port. Overrunning the docks in droves from over fifteen ships, they descended on the port town like a swarm of locusts. The Royal Guards had mobilized, but were unprepared for the scale of the attack at hand.

Over seventy innocent lives had already been snuffed out by the assault, and dozens of Royal Guard members were dead or dying. Bodies now decorated the docks and streets as people were gunned down and stabbed to death by the advancing pirate force.

General Opton had since been wounded, and took shelter form the assault behind a damaged building to try and regain his composure after being shaken so badly by the assault. While he tried to recover, the surrounding area was in turmoil, and he cursed himself for being so powerless.

The situation seemed hopeless for the Royal Guards, with their numbers beginning to dwindle and their general wounded, and even more hopeless for the citizens fleeing the attack as the pirates raided the port and came ashore. Brawls between pirates and Royal Guards exploded in the streets, with innocent people getting caught in the crossfire.

Shortly after the attack began however, a new stream of participants in the battle came forth. The town militia, organized by the strongest warriors the town had produced, came to meet the attack and ward the pirates from their homes.

Utter chaos ensued, but through it all, a single solitary figure watched from a ledge on a rooftop near the town's central square, waiting for his chance to engage in combat as the pirate force began to slowly retreat from the city streets to regroup back at the docks.

His black hair flowed gently in the breeze, and his long jacket waved out lazily behind him as he kneeled at the edge of the roof.

He watched silently and looked around, observing as other prominent figures in the carnage began to appear and take control of their immediate surroundings. By his count, there were four individuals who really stood out as above average warriors, each one fighting with amazing skill against the overwhelming force ahead of them.

He studied the battle, minding the ebb and flow of the chaos and awaiting the perfect moment to enter the fray as the fighting began to intensify.

With families now fleeing through the streets, and the town militia, Royal Guards and pirates engaged in combat, the body count could only rise from here.