Date: Saun 20th, 716
Location: Somewhere off the Coast of Scalvoris
Bri floated in the water, just her head poking out above the surface. Around her the rest of her tribe floated, motionless as they stared at the wallowing ship ahead. It was a large merchant ship, triple masted, and they could see soldiers crossing back and forth on her deck.
She turned to face River, her tail swishing through the dark water. A storm was coming- any Mer could feel it. The tension in the air, the swelling of the seas...it was the perfect time to strike. Whoever the Mer didn't kill, the storm would pull down to the depths. River bared his teeth as he faced her.
We should attack now
Rivers thoughts were gentle, as always, a mere suggestion brushing her mind. She nodded easily, and dipped back beneath the waters. She broadcast her message to the tribe, the fish people slowly gathering into their groups and swimming towards the ship.
She had come up with a new technique for this attack, with the help of River and several of his most promising students. The majority of the Mer would split up into their small groups, each group attacking from a different angle to ensure the land-dwellers never knew where they would be hit from. The dark, stormy sea would help with hiding them today.
Another group carried a folded up net and large spikes. This was a huge leap of faith for Bri, and most of the Mer disagreed with her choice. In order to have the spikes dig into the ship, they had to be iron. But the Mer had so little iron that many believed she was simply wasting it. Her idea was for the group to swim up beneath the boat while the attacks were going on and drive the spikes into the hull. The net could then be let go- it was woven so finely that it would drag through the water, slowing the ship down further.
A final group, comprised of the largest, strongest Mer of the tribe were preparing themselves to charge headlong towards the
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