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'May the gods make a special hell for idiots in power blinded by grudges' Jalthas ti'Telviin thought repeatedly as she clung to an bit of timber. She had been a watch officer aboard the Inithan (Barracuda), one frigate in a squadron of four ships in the Valnothron Navy on patrol. About a month ago, they got a report of the defeat that admiral ti'Halithnon's fleet had suffered attempting to capture the Infrastructural convoy. This information was shocking to say the least, but in the mind of any sensible officer would be to avoid them like the plague. But the Commodore in charge of this fleet had different ideas.

A few years ago, his brother commanded a frigate in the Icemountain sea and was sent out to raid commerce. His ship was among the first the Infrastructural Fleet destroyed, back when they did not understand how dangerous those steel hulled monsters could be. A competent young officer killed in his prime in a blow which made him look like an idiot and weakened the family's standing. Several more of his family members had perished in the recent battle, including his wife. When the Infrastructural Fleet came close, he secretly ordered that they change their course as to intercept them. He was not totally irrational in this move, he ordered his fleet attack in a broad formation at night, but they were spotted and the Infrastructural guns were turned upon them. It was soon settled quickly and the fleet was sent to the Abyss.

She had managed to get off and into the water while others had taken to launches or hung onto wreckage. Their intention was the same as hers: Get to shore, a bit more than a hundred miles westward. They were near one of three states, the Duchy of Oestia, the Protectorate of Nycon and the Kingdom of Torion were admittedly not the most receptive to Dark Elves but there were far worse places to make landfall and they could work out a way home from there. She would have to swim as the boats were full, but the wind was at her back, she had a bit of wood to hold onto and she knew some common but effective desalination and Buoyancy spells which would mean at least she would not die of thirst and would have an easier time staying afloat. There were risks, but those risks for death was nothing when compared to certainty on the matter if she just stayed here.

The Searchlights went over them a couple of times, but she thought nothing of it. Most likely they were merely seeing what damage was done. They were indistinct points of light in the distance. The cannon fire had stopped after the last ship went up, she put that down to either a typical human weakness, a limited supply of ammunition or both. Working by the light of burning wreckage and after a few minutes the dawn, she made her way east.

But as dawn came, she saw something. A few of the ships (including one of the big cargo ships) had broken off from the fleet and were sailing towards her. She assumed that they were going to deal with survivors permanently, so she went still. She had no armor and in any case, Infrastructural guns had long range. She hoped that they would overlook her, but no shots came. She was among the closest to them when they approached and she saw some strange crane systems being set up. She wondered what they were for, but her question was soon answered

One of the ships went close and dropped a net into the water. It had a metal frame on the front and moved towards her. She dropped her bit of wood in shock and swam away. The net followed her, dragged along it's pivot. Soon she was overtaken and it's frame close like a set of jaws around her. It was then winched up out of the water and onto the deck. She thrashed and screamed as it put her on the deck. Another crane allowed the net to be turned upside down and an electric current disorientated her while she was swiftly shackled, hands and feet and chained down. She snarled and cursed at the Infrastructurals in incoherent rage as more Drow were fished out of the sea.

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'May the gods make a special hell for idiots in power blinded by grudges' Jalthas ti'Telviin thought repeatedly as she clung to an bit of timber. She had been a watch officer aboard the Inithan (Barracuda), one frigate in a squadron of four ships in the Valnothron Navy on patrol. About a month ago, they got a report of the defeat that admiral ti'Halithnon's fleet had suffered attempting to capture the Infrastructural convoy. This information was shocking to say the least, but in the mind of any sensible officer would be to avoid them like the plague. But the Commodore in charge of this fleet had different ideas.

A few years ago, his brother commanded a frigate in the Icemountain sea and was sent out to raid commerce. His ship was among the first the Infrastructural Fleet destroyed, back when they did not understand how dangerous those steel hulled monsters could be. A competent young officer killed in his prime in a blow which made him look like an idiot and weakened the family's standing. Several more of his family members had perished in the recent battle, including his wife. When the Infrastructural Fleet came close, he secretly ordered that they change their course as to intercept them. He was not totally irrational in this move, he ordered his fleet attack in a broad formation at night, but they were spotted and the Infrastructural guns were turned upon them. It was soon settled quickly and the fleet was sent to the Abyss.

She had managed to get off and into the water while others had taken to launches or hung onto wreckage. Their intention was the same as hers: Get to shore, a bit more than a hundred miles westward. They were near one of three states, the Duchy of Oestia, the Protectorate of Nycon and the Kingdom of Torion were admittedly not the most receptive to Dark Elves but there were far worse places to make landfall and they could work out a way home from there. She would have to swim as the boats were full, but the wind was at her back, she had a bit of wood to hold onto and she knew some common but effective desalination and Buoyancy spells which would mean at least she would not die of thirst and would have an easier time staying afloat. There were risks, but those risks for death was nothing when compared to certainty on the matter if she just stayed here.

The Searchlights went over them a couple of times, but she thought nothing of it. Most likely they were merely seeing what damage was done. They were indistinct points of light in the distance. The cannon fire had stopped after the last ship went up, she put that down to either a typical human weakness, a limited supply of ammunition or both. Working by the light of burning wreckage and after a few minutes the dawn, she made her way east.

But as dawn came, she saw something. A few of the ships (including one of the big cargo ships) had broken off from the fleet and were sailing towards her. She assumed that they were going to deal with survivors permanently, so she went still. She had no armor and in any case, Infrastructural guns had long range. She hoped that they would overlook her, but no shots came. She was among the closest to them when they approached and she saw some strange crane systems being set up. She wondered what they were for, but her question was soon answered

One of the ships went close and dropped a net into the water. It had a metal frame on the front and moved towards her. She dropped her bit of wood in shock and swam away. The net followed her, dragged along it's pivot. Soon she was overtaken and it's frame close like a set of jaws around her. It was then winched up out of the water and onto the deck. She thrashed and screamed as it put her on the deck. Another crane allowed the net to be turned upside down and an electric current disorientated her while she was swiftly shackled, hands and feet and chained down. She snarled and cursed at the Infrastructurals in incoherent rage as more Drow were fished out of the sea.

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