Thar Be Pirates!

[Curtus]

the Leviathon droped anchor a little off the coast of anfalas, row boats went into the water, each holding some of the creow of the ship, and they went ashore near a town on the coast, curtus held his sword out, and moved into the villiage with the rest of the crew, he took a tourch up, his crew already killing the peoples of the town, he kicked in the door of a home, and ran inside, slicing the throat of the man who lived there, and went into his bed room to find a child in it, he beheaded the small child, and sheathed his sword, took all the valueable items he could, and threw the tourch down onto the bed, and left the house, going to others.

[Marcus]

Marcus walked through the small village, smirking and killing as he went. Many of the houses were already ablaze. He could hear women screaming and children crying, all he heard of men were their groans as they were run through. He looked to the crew and yelled out an order. "Load the boats with all they can hold! Torch the town, all of it. Fear the wrath of 'Leviathan' and the death it carries with it!" He then stood there in the steet laughing as the town burned around him.

[Curtus]

he took more torches, lit them, and threw them into houses, then putting all the things he had got into a boat, he went back to the villiage and started killing those who lived there.

[vanya]

A barde from Dol Amroth rode on his old fat steed along the coast and trained himself in harpening. The sound came well, just the uttering and singing was slow and heavy, cause he had drunken old spycy wine not long ago. Suddenly he smelled smoke and saw the rising clouds over a fishers village below. He remembered the tellings of attacks at the coast and wondered himself if this was a repeat. Encouraged by the wine in his blood, he rode a little closer. On a hillsteep he hold and saw into the harbour, noticing the type of ships below. In an instant the drunken mind was clear again and he turned his horse and rode as quick to the north as the poor beast could run.

[Marcus]

Marcus made his way back aboard the Leviathan as did the crew. The spoils were loaded and they waited for the captain to give the order to heave off. Once the order was given the anchor was heaved and they set sail in search of their next bounty.