Post by The Light on Jan 5, 2013 13:30:51 GMT -5
The longships met each other in the middle of the sea and many losses were had on both sides. Vickon ordered his archer-filled ships to support those engaging in closer combat; he would not allow Leman to gain the upper-hand in the battle. As the two sides crashed into each other in the middle, he noticed a heavily armored group of ships moving up his left flank. His troops were too busy engaged in the middle to be able to stop them so he was forced to draw forces from his other flank to meet them. In particular he utilized his ships equipped with battering rams. As they engaged they made short work of the heavily armored intruding ships. Vickon seized the opportunity that had been presented to him and counter-attacked down the same flank that Leman had attempted and failed. It was time to commit to his victory. He sent his grand Iron Fleet galleon in after his counter-attack force. With Leman’s forces now weakened or distracted, Vickon could make easy work of his flank and King ship. Victory would be his.
However, as his ships drew closer to Leman’s flank, he saw the enemy battle lines shift before him. Leman’s own Iron Fleet galleon, along with his capital ship and all remaining long ships struck hard down the middle, his galleon making short work of Vickon’s longships. Without the support of the close-ranged ships to protect them, Vickon’s own ranged ships were doomed, being easily crushed by Leman’s hard assault. His flanking force were too out of place to be able to turn and assist its allies in the centre and before long, Vickon could see Leman’s assault force racing towards his own King ship. Defeat was imminent.
Vickon flipped the game table in rage. “You win again!” Leman just leaned back, undaunted, a smug grin on his face. “Why yes I did.” Vickon calmed himself down and sat on the wooden boxes they were using for chairs. Harlaw had learnt the game of Cyvasse whilst in Volantis and had then adapted it to include ships instead of ground troops. Vickon had found the game fun at first, but Leman hadn’t really been trying then. As he improved so too did Leman’s efforts. For every five games they played, Vickon might win one, but Leman took the rest. “Do you know why I won?” Vickon sighed. Leman always did this after a significant victory. He’d point out what it was that Vickon had done wrong and what he himself had done so right that earned him the win. Although he appreciated that Leman was trying to teach him, his haughty manner annoyed him all the same. “Why?” Vickon asked, his annoyance clearly resonating in his voice. “You waited for your smaller ships to create an opening and then moved your most powerful piece in to solidify your victory. Never be afraid to create an opening with your most powerful piece. Decisive action is important in battle. It makes a good commander great.” Vickon nodded slowly and stood. They had been drinking heavily throughout the game and the recent shock of defeat had left Vickon’s bladder full to burst. “I shall return shortly,” His speech slurred from drink, “The Drowned God calls!” He left the room and stepped out on to the deck of the ship. They had been playing in Vickon’s soon to be completed Captain’s Quarters of his ship. The ship itself was half built but no men were working at this late time of night. Vickon staggered to the edge of the deck and undid his pants, relieving himself on to the sand below. Perhaps Harlaw was doing him a serious favour. He had learnt little from his father in terms of actual naval strategy. That which he did know had come from his own observation. He had a feeling these lessons would be important in the future. He sniffed the air as he finished his business and did his pants back up. Decisive action, he thought. I can do that.
Vickon’s Naval Command improves to Expert
Leman's Cyvasse improves to beginner (HELL YEAH Joking)
However, as his ships drew closer to Leman’s flank, he saw the enemy battle lines shift before him. Leman’s own Iron Fleet galleon, along with his capital ship and all remaining long ships struck hard down the middle, his galleon making short work of Vickon’s longships. Without the support of the close-ranged ships to protect them, Vickon’s own ranged ships were doomed, being easily crushed by Leman’s hard assault. His flanking force were too out of place to be able to turn and assist its allies in the centre and before long, Vickon could see Leman’s assault force racing towards his own King ship. Defeat was imminent.
Vickon flipped the game table in rage. “You win again!” Leman just leaned back, undaunted, a smug grin on his face. “Why yes I did.” Vickon calmed himself down and sat on the wooden boxes they were using for chairs. Harlaw had learnt the game of Cyvasse whilst in Volantis and had then adapted it to include ships instead of ground troops. Vickon had found the game fun at first, but Leman hadn’t really been trying then. As he improved so too did Leman’s efforts. For every five games they played, Vickon might win one, but Leman took the rest. “Do you know why I won?” Vickon sighed. Leman always did this after a significant victory. He’d point out what it was that Vickon had done wrong and what he himself had done so right that earned him the win. Although he appreciated that Leman was trying to teach him, his haughty manner annoyed him all the same. “Why?” Vickon asked, his annoyance clearly resonating in his voice. “You waited for your smaller ships to create an opening and then moved your most powerful piece in to solidify your victory. Never be afraid to create an opening with your most powerful piece. Decisive action is important in battle. It makes a good commander great.” Vickon nodded slowly and stood. They had been drinking heavily throughout the game and the recent shock of defeat had left Vickon’s bladder full to burst. “I shall return shortly,” His speech slurred from drink, “The Drowned God calls!” He left the room and stepped out on to the deck of the ship. They had been playing in Vickon’s soon to be completed Captain’s Quarters of his ship. The ship itself was half built but no men were working at this late time of night. Vickon staggered to the edge of the deck and undid his pants, relieving himself on to the sand below. Perhaps Harlaw was doing him a serious favour. He had learnt little from his father in terms of actual naval strategy. That which he did know had come from his own observation. He had a feeling these lessons would be important in the future. He sniffed the air as he finished his business and did his pants back up. Decisive action, he thought. I can do that.
Vickon’s Naval Command improves to Expert
Leman's Cyvasse improves to beginner (HELL YEAH Joking)