⚓︎ CAGED CROW

[Mickaelhz 3932]

CAGED CROW

Raid on Haense, 1983

Spoiler

 

Dear friends of the Ferrymen,

 

We are pleased to announce yet another extremely successful operation carried out by our merry band of peace bringers. It was a warm summer evening when one of our scallywags brought word of an extremely high-security gathering of Haenser dogs. It was a festival of sorts, and the King of Crows was attending. We simply had to interfere.

As we gathered at our sunken ship, I couldn’t help but think of how these victimized rodents once shared the same hatred as our jolly band. We used to tear down the walls of an empire together; we used to tear the wigs off of balding, perverted, old men as one. Dare I say that without the Ferrymen, there is no victorious Haense. Even in the latest war, they couldn’t help but offer some outrageous coin to teal driftwood for help. They understand their own warriors are no match for any of our rapscallions, needing no more than a lone maiden to lead them to disregard their field marshal’s commands.

 

Our latest mission was proof of that.

 

Upon arriving at Krusev Castle, we were met with a closed gate. It seemed as if their informational network had caught wind of our journey there. Not only was their King present, but so was their Field Marshal, alongside an army of 30 men to hold the castle. They firmly held the gate, until two women came by. Our merry band, stumped by a 20-foot-tall wall, instantly sought guidance in the Ferryman Compendium of Peculiar Populations, and put both women in front of the closed gate. Like clockwork, the gates opened, and their army stormed out like a mouse approaching a delectable piece of cheese.

 

This was enough for them to be caught out of position, and soon the first casualties fell. The moment they realized they had been bamboozled, they stormed back within the keep and closed the gates once more. They had been wounded, but the battle wasn’t over yet. There were still many riches to be found inside, and our crowd of friends was caught outside again. But now it was different. Because of our earlier exploits, the Haenseni host had lost too many men to justify holding the walls of their keep any longer. Our men planted ladders on either end of the square keep, scaling the steep walls without any resistance.

 

Once at the top, something unexpected happened. From within the gatehouse, the defending crows made a brief effort to get the Ferrymen off the walls, but in doing this, they found themselves in a funnel that prevented them from taking advantage of their superior numbers. While they were getting slaughtered, many deserted their “comrades” and attempted to flee to their capital. But fear not, friends of the Ferrymen, we razed the streets of their capital just the same. The deserters were dragged from their homes and shamefully executed in their square, in front of all citizens who refused to take up arms against our just cause. And for just a moment, everything was quiet in their usually lively capital.

 

Spoiler

 

Is this the greatest force to be found in this realm? The greatest army, with infinite funds, led on the field by their own King and Marshal, is no match for a horde of brigands. Your titles and medals don’t make your weapons strike more true than ours. You did not kill the Ferrymen; you have awoken us.

 Your old friend,

The Ferryman

[cadazio 441]

Fr. Frantzisko of (the Kingdom of) Canonism-ia searched the iScroll ferryforum replies for the famed Malta Moss . . . a noticeable absence of the mythical figure drew a sigh from the aged Cardinal. He "posted" (nailed under the paper) a "comment" (note) under every ferrymissive he could find.

 

"Where is Malta Moss ? ? ?"

[Pancho 2861]

Cerrick Fenifaer took a copy of the missive, looking at the portrait attached before heading off!