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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Well, there was no doubt, that her father was indeed an ab'Arawn. It didnt matter this eve who he came across. He wanted to raid it. The thirst in his eyes, the hunger of this crew was insatiable.

First they loaded the ship.. that took forever...

She had gotten good at loading the cannons fast, people would chuckle as the small woman scurried back and forth lugging heavy ammunition around. Zerin was doing the same both of them cleaning cannons, affixing fuses and charges, loading it in and generally loving every moment.

A change was coming over them. Fast and sure a new light had shown in Myrddins eyes, as he stared out at the endless ocean, the natural needs of a predator for open land and new prey coming alive within him.

He spied a merchant ship, he pulled up right along side it. The merchants waved, perhaps they thought this was a vessel that would escort them safely somewhere. One of the sailors leaned over the rail and winked at Nyxy and Ciara. She giggled, waved back, AND AIMED A CANNON AT HIS FACE.

His face fell...

literally.. on the floor...

Aaaah how the blood flows as hapless merchants scurry about.. arrows fly thru the air and the roots of your familial predecessors awaken. She shot a spray of grapeshot at the mast and it cracked.

This ones for you dad... The Mast swayed for a moment and fell atop one of the merchants with a bone crunching crash. She could hear Ciara laugh with glee. This was every alchemists dream come true...

She looked up and a smile was on her fathers face, and in his eyes was a fleet of warships...