The Hunt Has Begun

Raganvad

He Stood on the Deck of Stormyr, There He Stood Across Arthur, His Best Friend, Saying His Good Lucks.

"Go Give Them Hell, Raganvad."

"I Aim to Please."

"You sure you can Handle them Alone?"

"Hah! This Fleet is More than Enough to Destroy that Pretty Redwyne's Fleet."

"There's that Northener Nature In You, Raganvad."

"Can't Say that You Disagree Though."

"You're Right about that, Show those Pretty Boy's How to Rule the Seas."

"As I said Before, I Aim To Please."

"Hahahaha, Come On, I want to go Inland As Soon as Possible."

"Can't say you're the Only one. Let's Go."

Arthur Gave the Order to Raise Anchor and Sail. They will Sail for About a Sennight, After that they Will go in their Separate Ways, He will go and Land in Stonehelm and I will go to Storms End to Break the Blockade.

He was Ready, Eager, And Excited. A Battle is about to Come and He will Lead it. He will Make Sure that they Win that Battle.

If they Don't, Storm's End has a High Chance of Falling. And if Storm's End Falls and The Reach's Army Joins the Crownlands, The War is Lost. Thankfully Mace Tyrell is a Fool, A Fool and A Big Buffoon.

'Can't Say for the Others, Though.'

Yes, Randyll Taryly, The Only One that has Been able to Defeat Robert Baratheon as of Present. 'And Robert Baratheon Is Quite good with Tactics Himself'

'And their Army, Mostly Consisting of Green Boys. It would be Extremely Difficult to Defeat them if Every Single one of them is a Veteran'

A Sennight.

He woke up with Groggy Eyes, For as long as He could, He stayed in Bed. Being Alone in His Chamber was The Rarest Thing He Could Get, If You were a Legate, Of Course.

But Duty comes First. He Stood up From His Bed and Did His Morning Routine, He went Outside His Solar and went to the Council Chamber, Doing the Everyday Council Meeting.

When He Went inside The Council Chamber, The Centurion's, Primus Pilus, and Tribunes were There, After a Simple Greeting, The Meeting Started.

"My, Lords." He Greeted. then, He Turned Towards a Man and said "You may Give the Overall Report, My Lord."

The Man Started to Speak. "Our Whole Fleet Is in a Good Condition. Our Supply can Last us for about a Moon - As Expected - The Men is in a Good Mood and has High Morale, Their Training is Going Regularly, and there are no Sickness in the Fleet."

"Thank, You. Now, Is there Anything that should Come to My Attention? Any orders from the Emperor?"

"There is, My Lord. The Emperor Says that We will Start our Luncheon on His Signal, And once the Signal of the Luncheon's End is Given, That is Also the Signal that Us and the Main Army will Separate."

"Hmmm, No doubt our Emperor wishes us to have Lunch at the Same Time as a way of saying Good Luck to Us and Good Regards." At that Sentence, Everyone Agreed.

"Now, Is there Any more News?"

Seeing as there is None, Raganvad Dismissed Them. Leaving Himself with a Bunch of Paperwork. "I Wish to Death Almighty that I am not a Legate Anymore." *Sigh*

He Took the Parchments, and Started writing with His Quill.

Lunch Time

He Ate His Soup, And what a Delicious Soup it was, He had to Give it to the Fleet's Chef's, Although the Chef's of Legio II were also Good, Classis Braavosis's Chef's had a Different Kind of Way with Food.

Who Would Blame Him? Having to Taste the Same Techniques and Cuisine for almost Two Moons and In the Middle of the Sea will Convince you to Eat Different Kinds of Food from Different Kinds Of Chef's No matter How Delicious the Food was.

He Took a Sip of Wine, Arbor Gold to be Precise. It was Funny, Really, He was Drinking Wine Made by the Same Enemies He was Tasked to Defeat.

He Finished His Food, Although Quite Slow as He wanted to Savor Evert Taste Possible. After He Finished his Food, He Called a Servant to get the Plates and to Clean It.

After that, He went to the Deck to Feel the Magnificent Breeze and Cool Air from the Ocean, He will Never Get tired of the Breeze of the Ocean but He will always Hate the Sea.

The Back and Fort Rocking of the Ship While Sleeping, and the Thing He Hates most of All; You know that Feeling when you are Peacefully Sleeping, Enjoying the Beauty of your Dreams and then Suddenly you Feel as if your Falling?

Well it's Like That, But Add the F**king Pain all over your Body and The Worse Headache you will EVER Have in your MISERABLE LIFE!!. Courtesy of a Giant Wave Crashing on the F**king SHIP!!

Now you Know why I hate the Sea. F**k You, Sea.

Just as He was Enjoying the Magnificent Scent of the Ocean and It's Beautiful Song, He was Interrupted by a Soldier.

"My, Lord." The Soldier Said while Pointing at the Allied Fleet.

There He saw, The Signal for the Lunch to End and Also the Signal for the Separation of the Army/Fleet.

"Order the Men, Raise Anchors, and Drop Sails. Row, Row, and Row. We Make for Storms End."

The Soldier Smiled Wickedly And Shouted Excitedly to the Men. The Word Passed on the Entire Fleet, Men Shouting, Eager for War. Shortly after Word Passed on to the Entire Fleet, A Horn Sounded, Followed by the Drums of Classis Braavosis.

*THUD*

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The Sound of Classis Braavosis's Drums Echoed in the Air. The Entire Fleet Moved Sideways, Separating the Whole Fleet from Legio II. After a Safe Distance was Made, Legio II also Moved, They Moved Starboard and Classis Braavosis Moved Portside.

Each Ship was Lined with Each Other, Megin For Stormyr, and Ship for Ship.

*AHOOOO*

A Horn sounded from Megin and A Banner Was Raised High. It Soared into the Sky Until it Reached its Peak. High in the Air, It Waved Wildly in the Air. A White Eagle Flying on a Black Background, The Symbol of Godspeed in Roman.

"Godspeed." The Silent Word was Heard all over the Ship and the Men Followed. A Horn - Similar to the Earlier one's Sound - Was Heard. After the Horn was Blown, The Same Banner Was Raised High on Stormyr.

*AHOOOO*

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*THUD* The Sounds of War Drums was Beaten in a Rhythmic Pattern, Giving off a Menacing Aura.

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And The Eagle Was On The Hunt For It's Prey. But This Time, The Eagle Was Hungrier Than Ever Before.