"Ready the cannons, men!", the captain desperately cried as the seawater rained down on them from the tentacles.
The surface of the water bursts with a splashing sound as several giant tentacles start to rise from seawater, each nearly as long as the ship's mast. He clenched his jaw in fury, "Show your foul face if you dare! And I hope you dare!" Salt spray mingled with the relentless lash of rain whipped against Avernus' cheeks as he raised his staff, and the weapon extended itself from the top and bottom. "I need your help, lad, or we won't be able to get out of this alive!" The captain waved at him from a few feet away. The tentacle withdrew, slithering back into the briny waters. As he slumped on the ground, he saw the captain dashing at the tentacle and slashed it away with his cuttles. The rest caught up in the surge and fell overboard.
The tentacle smashed a group of sailors against the deck, throwing their bodies away like used toys and sending shockwaves all over the deck. Avernus thought it was from a gust of wind, but then a glistening tentacle, as wide as an oak tree, came hunting upon the deck from the dark depth of the ocean. Avernus slammed his arte into his surroundings again, trying to blast the clouds and winds away. The whole boat lurched on the choppy waters again. The churning sea grew still for a second, but it didn't last. Rainbow-like magic raced out of his fingers and spread above the ship. It scratched his cuff, and the blood that came out turned into a sliver trickle of mana. "I don't have a malak with me, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna die here." A red, glowing sigil of magic circulated his wrist like a crimson bracelet. Avernus braced himself against the railing and raised his hand. "Look to the prow! If we don't fix her up, we'll be feeding the fishes!"Ī violent gust of wind swept across the deck, throwing the sailors and slamming some into the mast and wooden walls. The captain gestured at the front mast as it appeared to be damaged. Shouts filled the air as the crew rushed about the deck.Īvernus felt the air getting thickened by malevolence the corruption that took form emanating from the daemons hellish creatures that roamed the earth, seeking to kill and feast on humans and malakhim. Suddenly they found themselves amidst a brewing storm. The captain took off towards the deck, and Avernus followed, picking up his sceptre and darted out of his cabin. With that, Avernus noticed grey clouds slid in to cover the moon. He favoured Avernus with a nod of approval.
The captain cast an appraising eye over his equipment beside him a long silver sceptre that was leaned against the wall, an ornamented wooden chest, and two daggers in their sheathes. A sadness that he carried from the far continent deep in his heart. "I hope I can find something in Midgand, otherwise…"Īvernus trailed off into the distance, thoughts hazed by a deep sadness. Besides, I can't stop thinking about home." He crossed his arms over his chest, glancing back at the ocean through the window. Although, I have a bad feeling about this, kid."Īvernus pinned his pen in the inkwell. A middle-aged man, long gray beard, wearing a blue and gold outfit of the Hyland navy, holding a bottle of rum in his hand. "Having trouble sleeping, your majesty?" Avernus was interrupted by the captain of the ship who was standing in the door frame. ".I have been sailing the ocean for two months before I finally arrived at Midgand waters. "From the Veritable and Staunch Accounts of Sir Avernus Diphda, valiant Knight of the Hyland Empire." He stopped as a sudden rumble shook the ship for a moment, eyes darting around the room. He dipped his pen in an inkwell and started writing on a blank page. But a deep and distant gloom waved behind them. His eyes were pale green, like the hue of spring bright and soft all at once. His features glowed visibly by the light The lush, blond hair was coiffed over his shoulders to perfection. He turned the screw on the lantern that was near the table, turning it on. Smelling the salt in the air and feeling the boat creak under his feet were his daily experiences since his journey began a few months ago. He picked up a leatherbound journal from the nightstand beside his bed and seated behind a nearby table. A lone man let out a prolonged sigh as he gazed over the sea through his cabin window on the ship. The ocean's surface glowed with sea sparkle in bright blue light. The ageless moon glimmered brightly as the Sanguine, the crimson longship of the far-continent was sailing in the calm waters of Midgand. The night was utterly still, silent like a held breath.
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