Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637

The sounds of musket rifles being fired blasted from the walls of the castle as the chase between a Master Templar and the National Guards of the kingdom of Arthurias occurs. The reason for this chase is pretty much explained by the fresh corpse of the rather chubby prince sitting at the audience room of the royal castle. A stab wound spurting with blood is visible from his neck.

The Master Templar makes it into the courtyard, where an entire legion of National Guards awaited...

"Time Alter: Triple Accel!" The Templar muttered, before the time of everything else but him slows down to 1/3 of its original speed. The Templar then bolts through the slowed down guards, and into the streets leading to the harbor. By the moment he reached the shipyards, his Time Alter stopped, returning time into its usual pace once more. The Templar quickly gets on his ship, the Vimana, and shouts out an order to his already prepared crew, "Release all and ride into the wind! Full Sail!"

"You heard him, lobcocks! Let's go into full sail!" The quartermaster shouted after.

"Aye!" The crew replied, before going to work and release the sails.

The sound of the wind making an impact to the fully opened sails roared to the crew and those nearby, as the Vimana sailed to the seas with amazing speed. Meanwhile, the national guards had just entered the shipyard, and sees the Vimana already nearing the seas. One of the Vimana's crewmen sees this, and wastes no time for an annoincement.

"National Guards at the shipyards just now, captain! What should we do?" The crewman asked his captain, the Master Templar, who's currently at the helm of the ship.

"Shell them with the mortars. That should delay them for but a few minutes!" The Templar shouted without hesitation, causing a happy smirk among the crew, who proceeded to happily obey the captian's orders.

In a few seconds, the shipyard  takes a rain of mortars, causing multiple explosions and national guards running for their lives, indeed causing them great delay.

A few hours have passed...

The Vimana now calmly sails through the sea, albeit maintaining the high speed it had, with the only thing shaking it being the random sets of high waves that would occasionally pass by.

However, this moment of tranquility ends abruptly, as a storm suddenly breaks out. The captain and his crew, in alarm, re-tighten the ropes of the sails, when the wind and the waves seemed to work in tandem...and shook the Vimana hard to the side, and dropping the Master Templar off-board, much to the crew's horror...

A day after...

The Master Templar is now unconscious on the shores of a beach, of an unknown location... 