<hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/d1/d1/5fd1d1615692c5474bd258746d2e3cea.jpg)</div><strong>Post Type</strong>IC: The Rum Punch Massacre<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selevahn<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>For Civilization! Huzzah!<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Selevahn and another of his men, rushed from a burning building carrying a child and an unconscious man, laying them near where others were gathered behind an over turned cart. He was doing his best to see to the care of citizens as the chaos raged. Breaking off pieces of wood and debris, they were set in an orderly pile for the making of splints, braces, and crutches. Tekra had gathered several of her spy network who were finding, and in some cases pillaging bandages, or cloth with which to make them, wine and liquor for cleaning, any weapon or piece of garbage that could be improvised, and every able body who felt some sway of loyalty to the captain.<br/><br/>He briefly touched the seashell he had been given by Jele and pondered the emissary from below. She had said that he was apparently seen as one who might bring order to Hexville, and that gave him hope. The idea that others were taking heed of his words and perhaps seeing the promise in them, was encouraging. He would have been content to have ensured a little order so as to continue his trade along the sea routes. All he wanted to see was steady rule, but given the past several weeks of trouble in the streets of Hexville, Selevahn had come to see that the chaos had turned civilized people into savagery as they tried to survive.<br/><br/>This could not conintue, he knew. The realm would tear itself apart and that could not be allowed. Brandy, imbecile that she was could have been a great help in bringing order and even cementing her position in the town. She had been top choice for those he saw as vital to correcting Princess Red's inequities. But now-- quickly he ducked as he heard a shot ring out and he saw a chunk of wall come off of one of the houses. Shifting his position slightly, he turned and from behind the barricade let two arrows, one after the other fly swiftly into the bodies of some of Brandy's men.<br/><br/>Putting the call out to his allies, Selevahn sent runners to them to let them know they would be needed. With a concerted effort, he could turn Brandy's enticement against those who were vying for power by having setting his people to work to muster any and all they could in the docks, while having his cohorts attack the influence base of any who could be foolish enough to move against he and lady Alwyn.<br/><br/>In the end it would be a simple battle of attrition. They could not actually hope to over come him, and the effort required to do so would mean the loss of that power and influence which allowed their efforts. They would be effectively stalemated while he could dedicate to securing the docks from this hell bitch and her army of rabble.<br/><br/>"CANNON!" He heard a cry as someone pointed frantically. Looking over the makeshift barrier he saw that yes, a cannon was in fact being pushed into position so as to be able to control the street. Sergeant Roux had just made her way to him and introduced herself.<br/><br/>"One moment, fair one." He began to methodically send arrow after arrow from his exquisitely carved bow as he picked off those trying to push the cannon. "Apologies," he turned back to her with a smile of one who was comfortable in battle "You were saying something about working together? I do believe this would be the wisest course of action. The fact is, I believe the only way we can bring victory for civilization and order is to work together Sergeant. You need to speak on my behalf and help advance my cause. In return it is vital that I ensure that you and the guard are in a position to bring order and law to the citizens. Only in careful and diligent work can we undo the damage wrought by the Princess. One moment if you would ..."<br/><br/>Selevahn paused as another crew began to run in a zig zag for the cannon to try and take up the task of moving it into position. The scattered pops of shot being fired punctuated the air as one of Tekra's helpers brought another quiver of arrows that the elf had given them coin to purchase from a nearby shop keep. As the bullets flew, it was almost a strange sight to see so many bodies felled by the infamous elven archery. A nod of thanks, and a pat on a youngster's head as he moved the new quiver near him. Waiting however, for the six or seven he spied to reach their cannon, he rose to his feet.<br/><br/>"Captain! Ye'll get shot!" Tekra the orc child exclaimed, even as Hacksaw Henry pulled her back and could be heard telling her "shush child, captain needs to concentrate."<br/><br/>Whispering a few words that were likely unheard in the din, those around the elf could feel hair on their napes and arms rise, and the smell of ozone or thunderstorm for a brief moment before a light of starkest white blinded most who did not know to look away, and a fierce bolt of lightning flew from his hands down the street at the cannon, heat, and a buzzing zap, being replaced by a deafening thunder clap and the smell of burned flesh as the new cannon crew died upon contact with the metal conductor.<br/><br/>"I plan on ending this slattern's stupidity most expeditiously Sergeant. Are you saying that I can count on you? Because that captaincy could surely use filling by competent hands." Suddenly another blast could be heard as Roux began making way to see what happened. Motioning to a pair of his men, Selevahn ordered them to go with the gaurdswoman and assist her.