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You're correct with one small correction. He does not really care who jams the rudder, just that it gets jammed up.
This is what Tyrhallan thinks:
He'll try to break into the wheelhouse of the central frigate.
Once in control he'll try to change the course, aiming for one of the other frigates.
In order to stop them from stopping them, they'll need to jam the rudder and set fire to it.

It is an old tactic called fireships, turning whole fleets to the torch. Though back in the day it was dependent on wind and an element of suprise.

Apart from it possibly taking out both ships, it will also cause new problems for the Vaimese force, after all.
Can't fight a war when your in disarray because of collisions and burning vessels.
It will also for the mages to focus on dealing with the fire first.
Less time they have for us, less time they have to think and counter our attacks.
The more time we have to deal with them, picking them off one by one.

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It is good to know the official ranks now.
We'll be able to go back to this when we get into situations in the future, instead of scratching our heads going; Oh yeah, what was it again?

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@Omni5876: Just a quick question, does Arn also have a particular hate for himself? Considering what happened to his mother?

Would that also be triggered when he goes overboard (with what Tyrhallan asks of him?)

~𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔻𝕆𝔾𝕄𝔸~ LEGION (Interest Gathering and Brainstorming)

I have no knowledge of the game, but I am interested by your description alone.
I do have a question though, are there any different races or are we in a strictly 'human people' setting?

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As they entered the Dropship Tyrhallan gave his orders to the pilot.
“Go up and make sure you remain unseen, I want you to curve around them and then approach them from behind. I want you to aim for the central frigate. When you are above them, inform us and I’ll jump. Drop the boys off and then scram asap, don’t stick around.”
The pilot having only heard rumours of the Crimson Rider’s tactics eyed him with a look of disbelief before the soldier in him took over and nodded.
“Aye sir.”


Terrifying thunderclouds had let loose their lightning.
As the storm was unleashed the refugee ship had been caught up by the first of the three large frigates.
They had decided to fly lower, so now the shadow of the massive ship took away the last of their light, darkening their sky and their future.
At this rate they would get bombarded and sucked into the battle.
The wind currents didn’t favour them either as the ship groaned in protest to maintain its course.
Eilis’s face lit up by the flash of the lightning.
She was trembling now, she didn’t only feel fear, she could even feel the air being heavy with magic.
She had never seen the Empire’s might, she had heard reports of their glorious battles, but she hadn’t been able to form any kind of idea to how terrifying the sight actually was.
As the smuggler struggled to maintain control over his own ship, she gazed up at all the machinery and wondered if such a behemoth could be fought.
She tried to still her trembling hands by clenching them into fists. How the fates had cursed her, if she even attempted to use her magic…. She shook her head trying to tell herself to remain calm.
Belisio, she thought. She would have to put her hopes with them.
She was about to head below decks, when she suddenly felt some unknown force stop her. It was as if something or someone forced her to stay and look up in that moment. Her eyes widened as something caught her eye. She turned towards it, her eyes fixated upon it as the sky was lit up again. In that moment a red flash fell from the sky and unto one of the ships.
A person?
She blinked, wondering if her eyes hadn’t deceived her, turning her eyes away for a moment before gazing back up again.
She was certain that she had seen it, but what could it mean?
Were they Belisio’s forces or was there something else going on?
Oh All Mother preserve them…
Before she could even contemplate further all hell broke loose.
There right before Eilis her eyes the closest of the Frigates was blasted by a tremendous force. It caused the ship to shudder and the blast rocked their tiny ship just from the sheer wind displacement that followed after it.
She watched a group of armoured men, fly in weapons drawn and firing.
Flying contraptions and fantastic beasts flew past her and if it wasn’t already perfectly clear that they needed to get the hell out of there, a dead body dropped from the sky.
The Vaimese soldier made a sickening thud as it hit the deck of the ship, just paces away from Eilis.
Lifeless eyes stared at her as his blood spilled from the horrifying wound on his throat that had ended him. Eilis turned pale shutting her eyes tight, feeling her stomach turn as above her the sky erupted with the cacophony of war.

As the pilot signalled that they were almost there Tyrhallan stood up and turned to his fellow warriors.
Turning to Leo and Arn as he checked the bindings of his gear one last time.
"When I have jumped I want you to inform the pilot where they need to set you down. As I said you have free reign in this...however I actually want to inform you of what my intentions are during the battle." Tyrhallan said before explaining himself further, should my attempts fail I want you to at least know what I had intended.
"Most people will go for the artery and heart, in this case the engines. I don't plan on doing that, I'd rather use their own weapon against them. I plan to take control of the helm...if we can turn it, we can jam the rudder and set it ablaze...That is where you come in Arn, though I'd advise you not to stick around afterwards. I plan to use it to ram one of the other frigates with." He said matter of factly in a calm tone as he finished with his final check.
"Sir Arn I have not given you my thanks in cooperating with me, should you and I survive I will owe you a favor of your choosing." He said. Should I not survive, my vow will be fulfilled by my kin, this I so swear." He handed him a strange carved stone. It fit in the palm of one's hand and it almost appeared as if it was carved up deliberately.
The center held the letter V, giving off the only indication that this could possibly belong to Tyrhallan.
He then turned to Leo, looking more solemn this time as he clasped his shoulders and shaking him violently.
"I FORBID YOU TO DIE!" He roared at him. "Get back alive, we still have a match to settle!" He told him as his eyes reflected the smirk that tugged the corners of his mouth upward.

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As far as I am concerned I only refer to 'my men' or those who are under my command, hence why he informed Firenze about his battle beforehand. My men followed me there, (they start betting), so naturally I'll address my men after receiving my marching orders.
If you have soldiers there aswell they'll have their own captains so they'd ignore my orders especially is there not vanguard.

Since the Vanguard often were made up of elite forces (it being a position of honour) I went on to assume that my battalion basically exists out of Knights.
The soldiers there would not fall under me and thus would not be feeling addressed by his call 'his brothers & sisters'.
I've changed the ranking sergeant to senior knight.

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Exactly, you never have to...but Tyr is no idiot, he would prefer to have some firepower closeby, hence trying to use his rank on Arn.

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Tyrhallan listened quietly hearing the men's murmur and buzz as the news startled them all.
The eager anticipation of the Spider however was alarming, were it not that Tyrhallan knew him well enough and had on occasion tried to talk some sense into him, however futile the effort might be.
If the Vaimese Vanguard send out three frigates, then undoubtedly they meant to strike hard and fast. It's ploy to create such a disarray that their lines would easily be scattered and broken...and if they were not halted there would be little indeed that would be able to pose a threat to them.
"How long before they reach us?"
"Within the hour, the high rise winds have picked up and there's a stormy Western current, undoubtedly created by magic."
Tyrhallan nodded before he raised his hand commanding the attention of his men.
"All right that's enough of that..." He spoke aloud, silencing the murmurs and nervous gossip.

"My brave brothers and sisters, this is the hour we are called to battle.
I will not lie to you. The enemy we face is one that has send many a nation to crumble, but even giants stumble and fall. And if we do not stop them in their tracks they will do the same to our kingdom. Remember! To robbery, slaughter, plunder, they give the lying name of empire; they make a desert and dare call it peace.
Fight!
Fight not just for me or yourselves...Fight for those that cannot.
Fight for that is our vow. Protect and defend the weak.
Fight and we will send the dogs packing, with their tails tucked between their legs.
For they do not fight for hearth and home.
We do.
For we are Knights!
For Hearth and Home! For Belisio!"

Tyrhallan finished his rallying speech.
As his men started chanted along before falling into position grabbing further gear and awaiting further orders.
Tyrhallan eyed his Senior Knight and two others who were more familiar with his tactics. Men of standing and reputation with the men.
"Sarban, take 5 men of your choosing and approach them from the left flank. Cut us an opening, attack plan Osprey. Firenze, you're taking a handful of your sharpest blades and go lie in wait, set up a series of crossfires get to the refugees and pull them out, the rest will follow old Tyndale. Hold the Fort, till our own forces relieve you.
I'll be taking a few for a circling attack; The Peregrine." He said as the appointed men gathered closer listening intently. The mentioned knights nodded selecting their needed hands for this plan of action, explaining further actions to the newer faces amongst them.
Tyrhallan turned to Dalmer and to Arn.
"You two are coming with me, if we get separated, do what you must to halt the enemy's advances. Dalmer...do not make me regret giving you free reign on this. We need to hit hard, preferably taking them out if we can..." He said as his eyes hardened again.
"Move out. We'll take the Dropship."

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"Exactly." Tyrhallan said knowing the range of his blade as his own had come up, except if Dalmer hadn't checked himself, he would have impaled himself as well.
As the two glanced at each other in a moment of silence, Tyr's eyes changed again, the warmth and light returning as he pulled back his sword and rose from his position. He was about to sheathe it when a dropship flew overhead.
Frowning Tyrhallan watched as it landed and opened its side door. A single figure rushed out, demanding his attention.
The frown returned.
Trouble... He assumed as he watched the messenger address him.
"Here." He spoke up as he turned around completely giving the man his full attention.

Quite some distance away from them a small smuggler's barge slinked through the clouds. Peeking out of the clouds every once in a while to keep its cover as it tried to head for the border with Belisio.
On the bow stood a figure, a woman. She nervously gazed ahead clutching the frayed old cloak tightly around her as the unpredictable wind currents blew and tore at it in an attempt to blow it away.
Her mind was in turmoil, she kept replaying parts of 'that moment' over and over, wondering if she ever had any choice, wondering what had happened if she had chosen a different path.
Her eyes told stories of their own, there was a melancholic sadness and depth that told you they had seen more then one of her young age should.
They were staring into the clouds, reliving the memories once again.
"I won't do it."
"Submit Child! You have no say in this matter!"
"NO! I won't."
"Then you leave us no choice."
"Mardras, I beg of you no! NO!NO!"
"Hush now Eilis, stop your insolence..."
She had felt the burning eyes and felt how the Mardras had ripped her clothes open. How she had set her cold spellwoven fingers against her skin. She shivered reliving the sensation as the memories brought back a hint of the excruciating pain.
She had fought so hard, but the straps had held. Her torture had continued as he had watched on.
His eyes. She would never forget his eyes. That lifeless look of utter hunger, drinking in her struggle as if it was some sort of divine nectar.
She shook her head shaking off the pain and trying to block out the images her memories conjured in her mind.
But still those eyes watched her, it would be a while before they would fade again, back into the shadows of her mind.
Like she would, she prayed she would never have to look upon those eyes again. She would flee accross the border into Belisio and with some luck hide away in some no name village. She was still young and if the smuggler's payment was any indication, she wasn't all that undesirable, she probably would be able to find a nice young farmer and keep some pigs or something of the like.
"Seeing anything little miss?" She could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath, before she felt his hungry eyes. She didn't need to see him to know he was undressing her with his eyes. The look had been similar to the other one, only the smuggler's was...what was the word for it?
More transparent, was the best she could come up with it. The man had wanted a ridiculous sum of money, she had seen him take everything from the poor family that was hiding below decks, undoubtless he had done this before.
She had had nothing to give, no coin to please his gold lust, to make it worth his trouble. So she bartered with the only thing she had left, herself. If he delivered her safely across the border and away from battle then he could do with her as he pleased.
She stepped away from him as his roving hands had reached out, but missed, now making him lose his balance, making him readjust his footing.
"We'll cross the border soon and you know what that means little Miss. When I have kept my deal, you'll keep yours."
"Provided you'll be able to escape being sighted by those warships first." She demanded.
"What warships? They're miles off."
"Clearly their winds have changed, take a look over the starboard stern, they're going to catch up with us..." She said nodding behind the man to the small shapes on the horizon.

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Careful...I might have to unleash my creativity in creating your court/families ect. I do that stuff for fun...

Also I have an edition for your soundtracks:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_49H_N43jQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpVNNC52Q_o