The strange ship pulls alongside your vessel, plotting out the rising sun and casting it in shadow. It is a large, though in its construct unremarkable galleon of Aedyran design, the like of which you had seen many on the harbours of Defiance Bay. It's notable features are limited to the bronze figurehead depicting the face of a very hairy, scowling Orlan; and the towering image of a horn protruding from buttocks embroiled on the fore-topsail. Your crew gathers on the deck warily.
Suddenly, two lines of small figures, more than a dozen in all, leap onto the deckrail swaying an Aumaua's length above you. The fighting kith in your crew reach for their weapons, expecting an attack from the high, but the dark silhouettes make not a move. For a moment, there is only the sound of the waves lapping against the two hulls. Sun slowly shift, revealing the figures a ragtag band of Orlans, their attire that which one would expect from a band of pirates, safe for the massive, wooden codpieces each adorns.
As if having waited just for the recognition of their unconventional accessories, the Orlans suddenly begin drumming at them furiously, swaying to the rhythm. A new figure, equally small in stature, emerges from the gap between the lines, draws a sword to strike a defiant pose, and hurls themselves overboard. Their features come to light as they descend, revealing a very hairy Orlan of indiscernible gender dressed in a ragged, red coat and a large, black, gold-rimmed tricorne. As they land, their foot catches onto a loose rope and they fall heavily forward, smacking their head on the deck with force enough to audibly crack the boards.
The banging of the codpieces instantly cuts off. The lone figures lies very still on their face, their rapier having escaped their grip and rolling back and forth the swaying deck. After a very long moment, they pop their hairy head up with a sharp inhale, eyes darting around in confusion. Before anyone has the chance to react, the Orlan jumps to their feet and point at you with their clawed finger, letting out sharp snarl that reveals their pointed (and very yellow) teeth. The codpiece orchestra picks up with a vengeance, thundering on their instruments with wild abandon.
Aloth: "What... what is happening?!"
Orlan pirate: "Ssshaaah! A wily foe you be, but ye'll not defeat Captain Thundernipples so easily!" Though they seem to have regained their bearings, a trickle of blood sneak its way across the hair of their face from the bruise on their forehead.
> Who the hell are you?
> Are you alright? You're bleeding.
> I should really get myself a codpiece. I've been thinking about it for a while now.
> Pallegina, be so good as to throw the hairy gentleman overboard. Make sure he hits something hard on the way down.
Edited by Sad Panda, 16 December 2017 - 12:51 PM.