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Warning To The Redblade Corsairs (Open RP)

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It was late evening. Everything seemed relatively calm in Stormwind harbor. Ships sailed in and out of the port, as usual. Dock workers and fishermen went about their normal routine, unloading freight and cargo from the ships that arrived. Jareth, one of the Stormwind Harbor Guards, was posted along the dock where The Stormrunner was anchored. He gazed out over the shipyard, and yawned in boredom as he watched a crew of dockworkers guiding in one of the ships to the dock across the harbor. Suddenly, something heavy and solid connected with the back of his head. The guard slumped to the ground, unconscious.

It was uncertain just how much time had passed, since the guard was knocked out. But gradually, the other guards stationed around the harbor noticed a light flickering from the direction of the docks. It was hard to make out, at first. But it quickly grew brighter, spreading. A plume of black smoke began to rise from the direction of The Stormrunner. A couple of guards nudged one another, pointing in that direction. But there was no mistaking it, now. Flames licked and danced along the bottom of the sails of The Stormrunner. The ship was burning.

"FIRE!" Bellowed the Captain of the guard. The alarm bell began to ring loudly as help was summoned, and men began rushing in that direction. Buckets and towels were grabbed as the dockworkers nearby prepared to battle the blaze. Suddenly, a BOOM rocked the area, followed in quick succession by several more. A series of loud explosions caused The Stormrunner to lurch to one side, and everyone nearby ducked behind crates or dropped to the ground, taking cover. The explosions were loud enough to be heard as far as the Cathedral district. The Stormrunner slowly began to list to one side as the ship began taking on water, but the explosions seemed to be over.

The shipyard became a flurry of activity, as everyone rushed to assist. Fire hoses were dragged along the dock and directed towards the burning sails, while men frantically pumped water from the harbor to extinguish the blaze before it could spread to the rest of the ship. Another group began tossing up heavy ropes and chains to the deck of the ship while others quickly began tying them off, securing The Stormrunner to the dock before it could sink further.

By the time Cuergo and the other Redblades arrived on scene, the fire was out and the ship was stable. But the damage was extensive. The fire had been caught before it could spread far, but the sails and rigging were badly burnt, and would have to be repaired or replaced.

The lower deck and living quarters were even worse. It was determined that several crudely built but powerful bombs had been strategically placed along the keel. When they exploded, the hull was badly damaged and the structural integrity of the ship was compromised. It would take a lot of time and a kings ransom of gold to rebuild that portion of the ship before it would be fit to sail, again.

The explosion had blown out portions of the hull, causing the seawater to rush in and flood the lower level of the ship. The broken holes in the hull had been hastily boarded over by the dockworkers to prevent more water from coming in, but the damage had been done. Much of what the Redblade Corsairs owned was now floating in a half foot of water. Most, but not all. Closer inspection of the wreckage revealed that before the explosions, the ship had been thoroughly searched, and anything of particular value or interest had been stolen. Any money, jewels, weapons, journals and paperwork were gone. And everything that remained had been destroyed, utterly. Furniture was smashed and gouged, leaving deep scratches to mar the polished mahogany wood. Every piece of clothing was shredded. Every curtain, pillow or cushion had been slashed to bits. Every mirror, window or dish was shattered. Whoever had done this had even taken the time to snap all the candlesticks in half. Nothing on board had been left untouched. It was either demolished, or missing completely.

And there, pinned to the wall by a dagger that looked very familiar- the same sort of dagger that had been hurled at the group of Redblades during their attempted abduction stunt on a certain rogue the other night, was a note:

'To Cuergo and the rest of the Redblade Corsairs:

You had best be on guard. The attack on your dwarf in the alley the other night was just the beginning. Watch the shadows, and travel in groups. Any of you who are found alone will get more of the same. The attacks will continue. And it will keep happening. This is only the start.

Get out of Stormwind, or consider yourself at war.'

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Evellin stood in the destroyed remnants of the captain's quarters; her quarters. A mix of emotions raged through her as far as a Death Knight could possibly feel; rage, hatred, pain, fear. Already someone had attacked a loved one. Then it was her turn, and still she remained weak and injured. And now her belongings, her ship? Some of those things had been irreplaceable. Items belonging to friends long dead; items of personal importance. Things of use, gold...the ship itself had been acquired alongside the former captain of the Stormrunner, someone she'd cared about. This ship meant something to her; it had memories; it was her home.

And someone had destroyed it.

A muscle twitched in Eve's jaw as she looked over the letter once more, leaning wearily against the wall. "Cuergo..." Of course. Why direct a warning to the Captain of the ship, who is most affected by the damage? Direct it to the imbecile who keeps going behind her back and causing all sorts of trouble, instead. Growling unintelligibly, she ran a free hand through her hair. "Kill the idiot, then, you self-righteous bastard. Give me a bloody reason to my face, and we can talk it through. This- this is not war, nor is it a warning. This. Is. COWARDICE." She kicked aside half a candlestick and slammed her fist into the wall. Not a second later she was swearing, regretting the action in her injured state. "Damn it! When was the day an enemy would confront you face to face, hm! None of this sidestepping, underhanded nonsense! None of this injuring others to get at you, no, just face-to-face combat! That, that is war!"

Once more leaning against the wall, Captain Raventy found herself glaring at nothing in particular, and speaking to no one.

Cuergo. This was his fault no doubt. Kidnapping, the slave auction...Light be damned, there had to be a line drawn between making a profit and being a blazing idiot.

Eve looked at the letter once more.

Watch the shadows? Half the people she knew were rogues. That was force of habit. Travel in groups? If you want to properly threaten someone, is that really the time to be giving safety advice? It was a point noted, and one that would be difficult to enforce. Regardless, disguises would help, unless this new enemy was ruthless enough to chance attacking an innocent.

Somehow, she couldn't dismiss the unnerving notion that this enemy was indeed...that ruthless. Which is where the fear played in. Eve had lost too many friends; even if Cuergo seemed the target, she still cared for her crew. It was her duty to protect them, regardless of the foolishness they always felt like flaunting. How could she protect against this? Fighting a military unit was simple; most of the time it resulted in prison, not execution on the spot.

Frowning, the Captain scanned the letter once more, this time searching for clues. Any of you who are found alone will get more of the same. That suggested they were dealing with only one person. One person could only take out one target, quietly, at least. That would also explain the secrecy. It was no less threatening; one person could do plenty of damage, as the now-wrecked Stormrunner clearly showed. Get out of Stormwind. This person was fond of the city? That...actually didn't help. There were many people in the city. It might point to a human, but even some elves loved the city. And dwarves. And gnomes. And the cursed humans, the worgen. The attack on your dwarf-

Wait. There was a dwarf in the crew? That was news...

Watch the shadows. Someone sneaky. An SI:7 agent perhaps. A druid; hadn't they angered a druid a few weeks ago? It was hard to tell. It was about time to question Cuergo on what he knew. Who he'd angered, what he'd done. And by the gods, somebody would pay...

This was war.

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Reserve Air Guardsman Thomas Fielder slipped his helmet, which was gleaming in the morning sun, up to his forehead, pushing back his hair. Light, his mangled bad eye ached bitterly. He took a sip from a flask, adorned with the colors and symbols of Stormwind, and then rested his shining rifle against the pommel of the gryphon Conquest's saddle (Which was also blue and shined brilliantly). Setting the helm back onto his head, Thomas looked about at the various Stormwinders milling on the docks. Nodding to some passing guards, he kicked the gryphon, putting it into the run that would take him airborne.

After gaining altitude, Thomas looked back at the blackened ship.

"Well, they really showed that boat." He grinned to himself in amusement. "Who knows who'll be next, someone's poor mount will be found dead in an alley! Oh no!" Conquest snarled at him in response, trying to bite off his hand, no doubt. Thomas responded by giving it a few healthy punches.

"War... Right. For that, you need battles... So far, no battles." Realizing that he had been speaking aloud, even though he was high above the city, the only one that could hear being Conquest, Thomas scolded himself for inattentiveness.

He banked his gryphon, applying pressure with his leg, and headed for some distant safe house well within the city.

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Micael had been sleeping so well... Then the banging came, and so did his orders. SI:7 left a very cryptic note: Get to the docks. Investigate. Clearly not in the mood for bull, Micael grabbed his I.D and walked outside. The air was so nice... as he drew closer to the docks, he smelt the sea air... So inviting... Gentle... Then came another smell. Smoke? Why smoke? As he drew closer he saw the damage. "Well... shit." Walking quietly, Micael walked up to his possible crime scene. In the crowd, other SI:7 were blending in. He would be the only one uniformed... Walking onto the ship, Goerin exhaled. Why always him? Turning to the crowd, Goerin spoke. "If you have any information on what happened here, stay put. If not, beat it." As he said this, he raised his hand, showing his badge.

The Paladin's eyes quickly registered the damage, including the broken furniture. It was destroyed in a manner that showed the arsonist had taken time to make sure nothing could be salvaged. Lives were destroyed here... People would be homeless. There was a chance the ship would sink in the upcoming days.

Now time to find out the intelligence he needed... "Who's the captain of..." Micael held out his hand grumpily, waving it. A guard stuffed a paper into his hand. The agent spoke aloud, telling the crowd the name. "The Stoverumbler? What kind of stupid name is that...?" The naval liaison growled, reaching for a paper to write it down.

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"The name is Robert Smithe," Cuergo replied without hesitation to the Stormwind Sentry's call for identification. "I'm with the United Ship Insurance Co., here to oversee the damages personally, and thats as much as you need to know, sir." Cuergo waved some legal documents at the Sentry, pointedly ignoring his attempt at a hand shake, instead gesturing to the wreck. "That the Stormrunner? Right, excuse me." Cuergo was careful to avoid touching the Sentry so as to keep his freshly pressed suit spot clean.

With a deep breath, Cuergo cautiously stepped aboard the shattered vessel men had once called the Stormrunner, staring in fascinated horror at the devastation wrought. He explored the quarterdeck, main deck, forecastle, captain's cabin, and eventually, the flooded hold. Cuergo couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for the perpetrator of this spectacular destruction. Not to be outdone, Cuergo crushed a companionway a few times with a discarded hammer, disintegrated a barrel here and there, and smashed another hole in the side of the ship.

Finding the note, Cuergo quickly rummaged through his packs for an empty piece of parchment, after which obtaining, painstakingly copied the symbols from the letter onto it. He might not know how to read, but someone else would.

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Cuergo had skills at blending in, but Agent Goerin had skills in investigations. Silently appearing behind Cuergo, Micael grabbed his shoulder, applying as little pressure as possible. "Special Agent Goerin, SI:7. You're trespassing on a crime scene. Put your hands where I can see them and show me some I.D. Now." As he said this, he took the paper Cuergo had written, putting it in his pocket.

As he did this, Micael slowly looked over the damage to the ship. He needed SALUTE from someone... The size was clearly one person, probably deranged. Activity was simple, they blew up a freakin ship. Location? Who knew where they were... They probably were hundreds of miles away by now, although he did notice that the Stormwind comment on the note was personal. Unit? SI:7 might've done it. Sending him here as a diversion was a pretty good cover. He'd have to ask Melros... Time... according to the Guards it was about 2 hours ago. Equipment was that of a Rouge... Maybe... no...

Returning to the present, Micael shook the man, waiting for the I.D.

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Urivial eyed the copy of the note the Church had supplied him with. His job was simple, find the maniac with a penchant for bombs who loved the city. Enough to attack pirates to protect it. Find the maniac and find out how they could be useful to the Church, if they could be useful to the Church. If not, Urivial's orders were simple, give the person up to the pirates.

Urivial grinned wickedly at that thought, wondering what exactly that wretched Death Knight's face would look like if it ended up coming to that.

Urivial sighed and tossed his head back, looking up into the starry night, "This should prove interesting."

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Most of the guards didn't care that the Stormrunner had gone up in flames, for a ship owned by pirates the sentiment was good riddence. Audrapel noticed that there was more concern for the guard and someone was likely going to pay for assaulting him over destroying the ship itself. Whoever had set fire didn't want any witnesses, otherwise he'd have probably tried to bribe Jareth instead of risking more trouble.

That was the unusual part since the letter had made no secret intending harm, but that was directed to the Redblade Corsairs specifically. Vigilantes, that was the conclusion of the guard. The problem was making sure whoever had done this didn't go any further. Taking matters in their own hands always ended up causing more problems then they solved by the time it was over.

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The sun had set, the hour was starting to get late as the dock workers had finally started to remove the wreckage on the Stormrunner. Since such a time, the docks had been more strict on policies. Afterall, this had cost Stormwind Harbor a lot of business at night. If one ship was allowed to be destroyed so readily what stopped another from meeting the same fate? Unless you had authorization you were to be accompanied with guard… Or so they attempted to enforce after the sun at set. Try as they may, there were always those who could avoid detection. Likely the same that had happened to the Stormrunner, come to think of it. Jareth would ponder this as he watched the ship they had been expecting finally reach the Horizion. At long last The Blessing was here.

This ship contained something more valuable than gold coins these days. Ever since the attack on the farms, food had become an import rather than an export. Guards, Dock workers, Laborers, everyone was working double the hours now. Incase the sick bastards came to ruin these shipments as well. Between the Docks and the Tram it seemed they might just make it… at great cost, but without much event. Then they could punish whomever did this. As he day dreamed once again, he’d shake his head to hear the hailing once again. The ship was closer than he had thought.

“The Blessing; Do you read? The Blessing, Slow down! You’re coming in too fast! The Blessing!”

The ship never slowed. Something was wrong here… Jareth suspected as it kept coming closer and closer… it was almost on the docks itself! And yet, it still aimlessly charged. As it continued, the bowspirit speared the dock and the men in it’s way as the Bow itself rammed into the dock, a crunching noise echoing through the night.

“What the Fel—“

“BOOM!”

The sound would rumble the bones of anyone working in the docks that night. Flames, smoke and shrapnel of the wreck that assaulted then exploded on impact would launch within its general vicinity.

“Light have mercy!”

Two ships in a week… Jareth stared blankly at the wreckage as a note landed at his feet, dumbly picking up. As he ignored the screams and the smell of burnt cabbage, the flickering light and the surge of people around him trying to contain the wreck, he would start to read the all too familiar note. Same hand, same message… different target. The clank of the same type of dagger hitting the floor…

'To Varian and his lapdogs:

You had best be on guard. The attack on your men in Goldshire the other night was just the beginning. Watch the shadows, and travel in groups. Any of you who are found alone will get more of the same. The attacks will continue. And it will keep happening. This is only the start.

Surrender Stormwind, or consider yourself at war.'

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On the fringes of Stormwind, a figure crouched atop a hill. She could see across most of Stormwind, from her vantage point, as well as part of the harbor. She quickly unfolded the paper she had swiped earlier that evening, anxious to finally get a chance to read the column she had been most interested in. Her eyes scanned the paper quickly. And then a frown touched her lips.

...Most of the troops remain in a camp nearby, disgraced at the loss to mere citizens; it seems, however, that there were in fact casualties in the struggle. Three men were found dead with the murlocs. Though recovery has not yet occurred and he have little details to give at the moment until they are returned, we can only wonder if they were citizens struck down in a tyrannical effort to ensure they continue to force their “patriotism” on these men and women who are in for rough times, or if they were soldiers who in fact refused to get the hint and were accidently slain. This was, of course, until we received a note from the events occurring in Stormwind Harbor. Again, this is a lead that until now was not even known to Stormwind Authorities:

'To Varian and his lapdogs:

You had best be on guard. The attack on your men in Goldshire the other night was just the beginning. Watch the shadows, and travel in groups. Any of you who are found alone will get more of the same. The attacks will continue. And it will keep happening. This is only the start.

Surrender Stormwind, or consider yourself at war.'

It seems The Harbor Bomber is involved in the Goldshire rebellion as well. So far this Terrorist is responsible for the destruction of Two merchant ships. Both with precious food supplies on them, mind you… than the murders of three individuals in Goldshire? Whoever this person is, it seems they have an agenda. They are Highly dangerous, and can go unnoticed by authorities. If you have Any information, inform the authorities, or myself at:

Jon Ableham

P.O. Box 279A

Stormwind Harbor, Stormwind

In doing so, one can only hope that we find the culprit before it is too late. And that we can do it in such a timely manner that the food supplies required for our way of life can go unhindered before others get the same “bright ideas”. As unfortunate, we are relying on our allies and other colonies to continue our existence. For such, I would like to thank the Dwarven nation of Ironforge for the expansive meats they have given us, the Night Elves for the fruits and vegetables they are able to supply, the Goblins for what they were able to sell us, Valgarde and their other colony cities for what they were able to send to us and anyone else that has seen fit to continue our way of life.

The Voice of the Lion,

Jon Ableham.

She stared down at the article in her hands in disbelief, and read it a second time, more slowly. Several long second passed by, and she crumbled the paper in her hands. Rising swiftly to her feet, she melted back into the shadows.

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