WORK IN PROGRESS
Twas the ringing of the ninth bell in the Bletherad under the burgeoning shadow of the Library of Bletherad which bequeathed by proxy the small sea port its name some five millennium ago. It was as though the bell had signaled the clouds to part and let the morning sun once more shine upon the Isle of Y-Oda. This morning though was different than the last 464 years before it. This morning was dotted by the billowing plumes of smoke escaping from six sinking ships all flying either the flag of Modeus, Lord of Hades or the Zealotry. There were four birthed ships that could mount a defense of the Library and the inhabitants of the last bastion of unbiased learning in the world.
- The Cutter’s Wail – a Bizantium Corsair that did not make it, however, without the sacrifice of her crew and its noble captain the other three would have likely faired far worse for wear.
- The Noble’s Wench – A partially converted Timirian Viscount ship with some armor and armaments. It’s two ballista and light catapult will be named “Death’s Twins” and “The Lady’s Vengeance” for the damage their crews inflicted during the Battle of Bletherad Bay.
- The Faithful Turtle – A Western Empire Caravel, but fully converted to a warship because it is known to transport shipments of gold. The captain is heralded as one of the few Westerner’s to make FIVE passes around the horn of the Land of the Damned loosing nothing in the attempts!
- Rogtilda – The vessel which became the impromptu flag ship of this motley fleet of sailors, buccaneers, scallywags, and near do wells! Currently it is healing in the harbor having spent the last few hours since dawn rescuing those sent overboard from the other ships. Watching the yellow wood regrow never ceases to make me smile.
Whether or not, YOU, yes you reading this believe the stories of CrIsis and their quest to rebuild Osiris to be real. This battle that I witnessed from the ramparts of Auntie Ev’s establishment paints a clear picture that some do believe, and they don’t like the success of our heroes. However, the legend of the crew of, Rogtilda – the living ship, will spread and its crew have taken their first major jump into becoming heroes and legends of their own!
I had been visiting the great library when word began to spread about a small fleet of six black hauled ships, brandishing sanguine colored sails heading to port. It was the sixteenth bell of the day when all Hades broke loose as the emissary of the dark fleet of ignorance and death landed in the center of the port town. As a first shot across the bow goes, few things compare to a Baal-Rog carrying a Minotaur priestess of darkness! Cries rang out as the gigantic, greater demon landed. I had been crafting a poem on the porch of the in enjoying what has been a quiet day up to that point. To then see one of Hades’ dark captains carrying one of the Minotaurs the Golden, Unyielding Strength of Osiris warned the world was still out there was terrifying to say the least! The greater demon set down his passenger, and this female Minotaur brandished her runestaff crying out, “I broke the Angel of Isis within this staff, both of us serve a lord that doesn’t lie about the world! Modeus is the Lord Hades, Lord of Demons! If you want to be free of monsters then join the camp that controls them all!”
That was an intriguing opening pitch if I ever one. Her follow up line was what made her an enemy of the Library. Raising her hand to the Baal-Rog, it withdrew a whip made of elemental fire, “Put not your faith in the words of mortals that have not endured the centuries! We have two objectives for this land. If we carry out both is up to you! I come to take the life of the Golden One! Xerx’ses! Show yourself coward! If you do this we shall not set fire to EVERY inch of this misguided, scroll – ridden, isle! Hide and we shall raze it to the ground! Our friends in the Zealotry are eager for you to hide, for they hunger to destroy the lies of the past, as Modeus hungers for their souls.” A Wolfen monk spoke out in Elvish and then Demongoggian to drive the point home that they would not give up the Golden One, for his aid to the Library has been invaluable. The female Minotaur dark priestess raised her staff in his direction, the fiery whip of the Baal-Rog lashed out! Wrapping its flaming length around the monk in the blink of the eye! Quickly, the smell of burning fabric and fur filled the air! Yanking hard the greater demon pulled the flaming Monk through the air and unleashed a flaming sword, slicing him in twain! As, the upper and lower halves landed behind the evil pair she shouted once more, “Xerx’ses! Show yourself coward! How many more have to die before you accept your fate?!”
As the town went into panic, chaos erupting with various groups running for safety, warnings others, preparing some kind of defense. A shadow covered me from the side. Looking up I saw what was about to become the spark that would set the literary world ablaze in anger and defiance!
Flaring yellow green eyes dart as the female Minotaur turns and two feet above her head of red hot glowing eyes of the abyss made flesh. Flames crackling off of them. “The coward comes forth, tales of your immortality seemed to be a lie just like your heart!”
As Kom’var walked out to the square wearing the leather armor he managed to put together he played the part of his spell-making brother, “Luur’na, whatever people may or may not think of me they are right about one thing! I won’t let you harm any more of these innocent people.”
My ears could pick up the screams inside as the spellborn Minotaur brandished his gifted rune flail, Cynic. Inside the inn some of the patrons and Auntie Ev were holding a blond-haired woman back from running out to join our young Kom’var.
“You can’t let him…
They will kill…
By the gods, no…
I can’t watch this again!”
My head was torn back to the battle unfolding in front of me as I heard her bitter words ring out in Elvish, “KILL HIM!”
With Luur’na’s command the fire demon started moving forward as Kom’var, masquerading as Xerx’ses began darting to one side and pulling it into the center of the town. Yelling very loud that he could take the Baal-Rog demon I saw his part of a greater plan. The rest of the crew of Rogtilda that had been on land was helping to get everyone in the town away in case these two giants toss each other into a building!
All art done by AZ_RUNE.