1875-12-02: From The Salt Sea
From The Salt Sea
Summary: Rowena sends her report back on the incoming force heading to Coning.
Date: 1875-12-02
Related: They Came from the Salt
NPCs: None
Players:
Rowena  Dertan  Jarret  Letholdus  Thomas  

Rowena sat at her desk, her pen held poised above the small bit of parchment onto which she would place her report. It was not that she did not know what it was that she needed to say, it was that she seemed to lack the right words to begin. Or perhaps it was that she lacked the right word that would express the danger that was heading in the direction of Coning. A danger that threatened every holding and holdfast from the Great Salt to the Barony.

The scouts she had sent out had been returning at best speed nearly the entirety of the day before, the men and women who had been crewing the ships or moving along the land, exhausted even as they were switched out for fresh sailors and soldiers. None, she prayed had gotten close enough to have been seen or pursued by the force making its way along the land from where they had made landfall. And though they seemed to be marching towards Coning, every holding between the strait and Coning in danger. Even Dalcen, if the full force was beyond what they had seen and what had been reported.

Finally, Rowena set pen to paper. There was no other way to begin than to begin.

Dertan,

A great party, well on five hundred strong marches towards Coning. I have had reports of the ships from which they disembarked. Some of the oldest of our sailors have seen them before, others have heard story and tell of them from those who came before. The ships are from some place no one can tell. Not White Hall, it is judged, for they are unlike any ships that people have put to sea. A peculiar design that uses a full complement of sails, but a pair of vessels crafted together, to form a vessel with a double hull spanned by a connecting deck. There are no oars that we can see, but such shipboard weaponry as, it is said, no other force in the West possess, far outstripping the capabilities of our own shipboard armaments. In range and destructive capabilities, they seem nearly unstoppable. Certainly the stories I have gathered say as much. No account of the Red Sails having fought these ships have ended in a victory for our Navy.

Of the force themselves, they bear a frightening mein. Dark of skin, darker than the Partharians, fearsomely armored with weapons of dark design. Those who have seen them claim them to be what we would call sidhe steel, but that is something I cannot confirm. They appear to be marching with a singular aim. To that end, I am sending the marines back by the swiftest route, and will rally what soldiers I can. If they march at their current speed, they will arrive in Coning by or before the end of the week. I am sending a copy of the reports I have received to Jarret as well as to the other Brigadiers.

Rowena

Rowena sanded the letter, before she sealed each of the copies of the reports that she had had made for the other Brigadiers as well as her Duke. She penned none of them the same personal note, only offering a formal summary and greeting before the report itself.


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