Atop the dragon-figurehead of the galleon with sunset-red sails she stood, her flaming hair blowing in the breeze, her eyes intent on the sea before her, the swift and terrible longsword held at the ready in her hand. Behind her, her guild worked with a focused intensity to keep the ship moving at top speed. To be fair, †SOVEREIGN†, the largest guild of the Aldholt, was also with them to help out, but Flamehearts was taking the lead with this one. A few real-world hours ago, Wildeye from Mountain Tigers had sent her a message; Lana might be in trouble; Venomheart pursuing her ship; the rest of us are tied up in the Wildlands and in the Vales of Aergondi fending off the enemy alliance; muster whom you can to help her. Angelfire had read that message twice. She remembered that Lana and her friends were heading northeast towards the Veiled Sea, and had summoned just about every guild member online to meet her at their guild's pride and joy, “The Sea Dragon,” their massive galleon. A few members of †SOVEREIGN† who had been in the region had volunteered to go with them, and they had eagerly welcomed them aboard. Now, two Panarena days later, they were just passing the coasts of Ragnarheim.
“Angel! We should angle ourselves east by northeast to avoid the Siren Sea; I know it's more delay but we have too many men on board to risk it!” her second said to her. Angelfire frowned.
“That's fine, but we'll be doing shifts on the oars to help the sails make up the time. We have enough NPC crew-members to do that, and the muscle from †SOVEREIGN† isn't lacking either.” she said in reply.
“Got it!” the other girl nodded back.
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“I'll come down to help with the oars when it gets to that point,” Angelfire added.
“Understood, ma'am.” her second replied, and with that she went back to relay orders.
Angelfire's fist clenched around her sword, her mental image of Venomheart's leader filling her with a soft fury. Lana's face came to mind, but her grip on the handle did not lessen. Instead, it grew firmer, the thought of her favorite person being in danger provoking an anxiety that she quickly brought under control with some deep breaths, reassuring herself that Lana would not be caught so easily.
She has Ariana with her, and her entire guild... there's no way they'd lose... but still, Lana... I'm coming. I trust you... but I don't trust Venomheart. Hang on, hang on, girl... please, she mentally whispered to the girl with red hair.
“She should be back online in about twelve, maybe thirteen real hours after I send this message,” Wildeye had sent as an addendum in response to her affirmation of help. “That should give you time to at least catch up to Venomheart, from what Tyman told me.”
“I'll catch up to that skinny caravel if it's the last thing I do, and then blow them to the furthest respawn point in the whole game,” Angelfire vowed with a fierce grin. “Lana, you get the orb, and I'll take care of The Blade. It'll be a cinch.”
“Adjust sails! Get back into the wind!” a voice behind her said. At last, Angelfire relaxed the grip on her sword and put it back in its sheath so she could go and help the others. Even then, she gazed out towards the northeast every chance she got, hoping that she would at least catch Venomheart before Venomheart caught Lana and the Silvernight Queens.