One across the other wrist as it brought its claws up in a way he knew with bone deep certainty would have torn his throat out if he hadn’t slashed it out of the way. One across the arm holding the weapon, sending it clattering to the ground as the arm holding it had its tendons severed. In a blur of motion, the man painted three lines across the monstrosity with the daggers. The trident sliced passed his hair as he ducked the creature’s thrust. The daggers fit in his grip perfectly, his hands practically molding around the hilts with the ease a lifelong artist might hold a brush. On some buried instinct, he reached for the nearest lifeline available. Fire tore down his arm as one of the trident points skipped off of his bicep. Something in him screamed to move, and he scrambled passed the creature as it lunged. Locked up with fear as he was, the man almost let the creature kill him. The creature’s sunken angler-like head snapped back to him in a blur of motion, tilting slightly as it readied its weapon once more. The remaining man stared in horror as the body was casually tossed aside. In the dimly lit hold, he let out a slight gurgling noise as his hands reached up to clench at the weapons shaft, and went limp as the last of the life left his body. Pushing the passenger back, the stranger’s hands flashed to his sides towards a pair of daggers.Ī trident met his neck first, and the blades clattered against the wood as they fell from his hands. Yells from the crew had filled the air, and the stranger almost didn’t notice the flash of movement in time. “Fishbacks ‘ve boarded, and all passengers need to keep safe!” “The hell are you doing outside your cabin!” The stranger barked at him, shaking him by the shoulders. The stranger reached up to grab him by the shoulders, pushing him back onto his feet. It came open easily, and he nearly ran face first into another man.
The twinge of pain triggered something in his mind, a blind primal panic that sent him hurtling to the door. He stumbled to his feet, his shoulder slamming into the wall as the vessel itself tried to sit him back down. His eyes widened as he took in the small sparsely decorated cabin, his heart pounding faster and faster as adrenaline flooded his body. What was that? He wondered in half a panic, his head moving on a swivel as he nearly threw himself out of the small cot. In one of the cabins, a man jerked awake as a scream echoed through the ship. In a smooth synchronous motion, it kicked open the porthole and swung inside. One of the things positioned itself above the porthole, one of its clawed hands gripped the wood while the other pulled a trident of bone and shell off of its back. They skittered up towards the portholes relying on their scales to hide them from the occupants.
Long gangly limbs flowed with the ease of years experience, the creatures scaled the vessel almost leisurely. In the dark they were almost invisible, wretched creatures that heaved themselves out of the ocean with their oversized hands. Clawed hands sank into the wood of the hull. Lightning crashed into the sea, and for the briefest of moments illuminated a set of small shadows as they cut through the ocean. Small prayers to Llymlaen the Navigator echoed through the holds, as sailors up above strained their ears to hear anything over the roaring storm. White knuckled grips clung to the sturdiest things they could find be it a part of the ship, a small chest of drawers that had been nailed to the floor, or merely wrapped around themselves as they tried not to think of the ship capsizing and sending them all to the briny deep. In the cabins beneath, passengers unused to the violence with which nature itself attempted to halt them huddled in corners and their beds. Sailors caught themselves on the decks railing as the entire vessel bucked beneath their feet.
The lanterns aboard the vessel threatened to bounce from their hooks as the crew practically threw themselves from station to station in the pouring rain. Within the Rhotano Sea however, a different set were found.Ī rather inauspicious vessel fought its way across the roiling waves. Achieving feats of bravery, heroism, and self-sacrifice throughout the millennia. Oft accompanied by a vision of the stars falling from the heavens, these brave champions aspire to greatness. A common refrain however amongst those with a certain spark to them was the phrase ‘Hear, Feel, Think.’Īttributed to Hydaelyn, the Mothercrystal, these words have been heard by those empowered to seek greatness. For those to stand against forces unknown, threats against life and freedom, they were as varied as the landscapes beneath the sun. There were three words that heralded the start of many an adventure.
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