Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

thanks for joining everyone!
to keep this moving, rounds will now last 10 days (but pls let us know if you need more time / would like your character pp'ed instead!). anyone else is ofc welcome to jump in <3
no posting order, round ends 1st March

Worm was good, her cries echoed dramatically across the cliffs, above the sound of the river that masked his crew's mundane conversation. If Nox had a heart, perhaps he'd have felt an ounce of pity for those who's home they were about to ransack. But this way the way of a pirate - they had trained for this. They were ready, he was sure of it. 

It was difficult to discern by sight how many had come to the bilge rat's aid. The growing gloom was a double-edged sword, offering as much cover as it did blindfold the pirates on their approach. A wave of his tail, a jerk of his muzzle; the Captain motioned for his men to creep forwards.

Women, two - no, three of them - well-fed by the looks of it. Lips curled, patience waning as he watched more figures flit among the shadows. They were weak, small in numbers, or so he would make them believe.

A chilling cry signalled the Captain's break from cover, bursting from the trees in a flash of night. "Search for more! Round 'em up!" came his exhilarated command, teeth snapping towards a red woman in a show of intimidation before falling into a tight circle around those that were present. She was fat, slow, easily overpowered. "I've got more men in the trees," eyes flicked between his crew, to Worm where his gaze flared approvingly. "Surrender now, and nobody gets hurt."