Rites of Passage by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Iron Kingdoms
Publisher: Skull Island eXpeditions
Published: 2014-03-27T04:00:00+00:00

The reason the Morbid Angel and the Scythe had attacked the Ordic vessel was still unknown to Aiakos, but he heard Captain Torun’s screams drifting up from Graxus’ abattoir the night after they taken the Ordic ship. Axiara obviously obtained the information she sought, as the Morbid Angel changed course the next morning.

The Scythe was still following behind the Morbid Angel, Captain Bloodbrine’s fate now tied to Axiara’s will, his crew reduced to little more than a skeleton crew to replace the blackship’s losses. One of the crew members moved from the Scythe to the Morbid Angel was Nyra Bloodbrine. Aiakos was glad to have a familiar face on board, and he didn’t see her as a threat to his station. She was a good fighter, but he was a warcaster now; they were on different paths, and there was no reason why she would get in his way. She hadn’t spoken to him since boarding; in fact, she seemed to be avoiding him.

Nyra was reunited with her father three days after the attack on the Ordic ship. He was called to the Morbid Angel for a meeting with Axiara and her senior crew. Aiakos had been summoned to the same meeting, where he was sure Axiara would reveal the information she’d gotten from Captain Torun and how they were going to use it.

Axiara’s cabin was large as such things went but contained few creature comforts. It was dominated by a large round table upon which a map of the coast of western Immoren had been spread. There were no chairs, and with the only possible place to sit being Axiara’s bunk; everyone remained standing. Chests for the admiral’s few belongings were shoved under the bunk, and two racks for weapons and armor were affixed to the wall.

Aiakos noted the others in the cabin: Axiara herself, her first mate Kalghur, Captain Bloodbrine, Nyra Bloodbrine, and the bloated, spider-like necrotech Graxus, much to Aiakos’ displeasure. Thankfully, the necrotech was producing only a trickle of black smoke from his stack and paid him no mind. The Satyxis admiral didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Captain Torun has been very forthcoming,” she said. “He has given me the location of a key Ordic munitions depot with warehouses just south of Berck. Within this depot are eighty royal-weight cannons of the highest quality.” Axiara pointed to the port on the map spread out before them. “They won’t be there for long. We have a limited window of opportunity.”

“Royal-weight,” Bloodbrine said, nodding approvingly. “That’s quite a haul.”

Aiakos, too, was impressed by Axiara’s announcement. Many Cryxian pirate ships and even those within Axiara’s raider fleet were outfitted with plundered weapons. Cryxian foundries were occupied crafting helljacks, not guns. Royal-weight cannons were the heaviest and most accurate ordnance the mainland navies employed, making this a significant prize even for so accomplished a raider as Axiara.

“Yes, Captain. It is,” Axiara said. “I have good reason to refit the Morbid Angel.”

“Going so near Berck is dangerous, Admiral,” Nyra said, stepping close to the table and the map.

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