Trillin walked the shore line of New Magincia, moving toward the western part of the island. The salt sea air was calm, though Trillin did not allow the calmness of the night persuade him to be any less persistent on his patrol. As Trillin approached the most western point of the island, he gazed out toward the horizon. He squinted, attempting to bring into focus a blur of several gargoyle sails making their way toward him, and the coastline.
Warships, Trillin thought to himself...
Well aren’t you far from home. With that Trillin's lips curled into a half cocked smirk. Was this the event that started the war he was waiting for? He could almost smell the blood in the air. Trillin turned from the oncoming ships and made for the home of Captain Typhoon, eager to relay the news. The warships approached the island, unaware of what awaited them.
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"Captain Typhoon!" Trillin yelled as he slammed through the door. His gaze came to rest on the form of Valek Typhoon as he studied the manifesto of an upcoming shipment.
"Warships, they are approaching New Magincia... What are your orders?" Valek Typhoon looked to Trillin,
“Assemble the fleet. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. They come riding warships, let us not be foolish.”
Trillin nodded as he turned on his heel to follow his orders. A most devilish smile transformed his face into a mask of menace.
And so it begins....
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“Surround the intruders!” Yelled Trillin. His voice carried well on through the unusually calm sea air.
“Land lock them!”
Typhoons fleet manoeuvred into position behind their uninvited guests, trapping them between a wall of cannons and the coast. With no way out, the captains of each ship were forced to surrender, as any attempt to take action would result in serious bloodshed.
“Surrender quietly!” Barked Trillin,
“Send your master to us for questioning, and I promise no loss of life....Refuse us and each and every one of your crewmen will drown, burn or hang. This I promise you.”
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Trillin had arrived late to the New Magincia council meeting. He entered the Tavern to the chorus of hushed whispers and a very angry Lord Fig. The Lord in question stood in the middle of the Sea Witch Tavern. It seemed that Trillin had just missed the statement of intent, although, according to a council member currently filling him in, he hadn’t missed much. A passing barmaid offered Trillin a glass of whiskey, leaving with only a smile and a wink. Trillin shook his head and sipped at the potent liquor. Lord Fig’s intent remained unclear as of yet. Though he had stated that his warships were only temporarily docked upon Magincia soil to gather supplies.
With the heated whispers between council members reached a crescendo, Lord Fig’s patience finally broke. His voice filled the room, hushing the crowd.
"This is how you treat friends? I was invited here. Those ships are not even of Britian design. They are Gargoyle ships. Well I see now what my word and loyalty have bought me. I will not set foot on your island ever again!", Fig yelled at Valek and the rest of the crowd.
Trillin snorted in derision before adding his voice to the fray.
"I would not enter your home with a sword held out, and expect to be welcomed in with open arms... Tis only foolish for one to not prepare oneself for the worst."
Fig shook his head before making for the door.
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Farewell Maginica, I hope you survive", Fig muttered as he vanished from the tavern.
Trillins eyes flickered a crimson red as that menacing smile returned.
"TO AN INDEPENDENT MAGINCIA!" Trillin raised his glass skyward, conducting the crowd into a cacophony of shouts and cries of an independant Magincia.
Valek Typhoon but nodded his approval, with a satisfied look upon his face.
