Valera piloted the Queen of Iron herself for the delicate task of entering a city while under fire. Jonn the Lashist stood at the foremast, using his whip to secure himself as he shielded their approach.
Being at the front of the formation, the Queen of Iron was taking more than her fair share of artillery spells as she approached. And when they were less than a hundred measures from shore...
"Mercs at the ready!" Valera shouted, and the front wave of attackers all gathered on the right side of the ship. "Docking crew at the ready!" Behind them gathered Valera's people, whose only job was to secure the ship to the dock and deploy the gangplanks.
At the last moment, a stray fireball caught the crow's nest, and Valera watched in mild horror as her lookout fell to his death. The topsail beneath it began to burn greedily, and automatically her crew moved to address the fires, one of them putting out the corpse before launching a stream of water at the mainsail with magic.
