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Part of a story...the start actually. Set in the Forgotten Realms....ya. I'm a dork.
The Tale of Pyre
The ship moved back and forth, as if the Sea of Fallen Stars had taken upon itself to tear the ship apart. The fury of Talos, god of storms, and Umberlee, goddess of the sea, wrought upon the ship like it had somehow personally offended the gods. Still the passenger slept below deck, not noticing the storm. His mind, thoughts and even dreams were focused on an entirely different matter. The crew of the Moonsea’s Dream, a merchant’s vessel had agreed to let the passenger aboard, something quite rare. The man had personally spoke to the captain in private, for several hours, then the captain announced they would take the man aboard. Not that his crew minded, the man did not get in the way. In fact, he was rarely seen, almost like a ghost. From time to time he would help out with tasks on the ship, saying little and hiding his face with the hood of his crimson cloak.
The man stayed asleep through the storm, but something else would wake him up. As the rain slowed, the sea calmed, and the sailors relaxed, though perhaps they should not have.
There was little warning to the attack. The sauhaugin had scaled the side of the ship they same way they attacked; silently and swiftly, It was only the shouts of the crew that roused the man from his room. The man put his hooded cloak over his head and ambled up towards the deck, towards the fight.
The crew was not faring well. The sauhaugin were savaged, trained warriors while only a few members of the crew were trained in combat. They barely held their own, and most likely would have all fallen, if their passenger had not made it in time.
He came from below deck like a shadow under the full moon. No one noticed him coming and no one would have noticed if he left. But the man would not leave. “You picked the wrong ship to attack, fishies!” The man punched a nearby sauhaugin right in its face, his massive strength sending his target flying. With the only nearby foe dispatched, the man began chanting quietly in draconic. The words grew louder and louder until he was shouting. Suddenly the man jerked his head back, causing his hood to fall back, revealing his flame-coloured hair and intense emerald eyes. He held his hand palm out and shouted the last word of his spell, which would translate in the common tongue as “Immolate”.
Ten orbs of crimson energies flew from his hand, guided by will and magic to the sauhaugin invaders, each bursting into flame on contact with its target. Eight of the attackers fell instantly, the remainder fleeing at the impressive display of magic. The crew looked at their saviour in awe of what they had seen. With the battle over, the passenger’s hair, longer than he used to keep it, settled about his head.
“If that all,” the man said, after a few moments of silence, “I’m going back to sleep.”
The Tale of Pyre
The ship moved back and forth, as if the Sea of Fallen Stars had taken upon itself to tear the ship apart. The fury of Talos, god of storms, and Umberlee, goddess of the sea, wrought upon the ship like it had somehow personally offended the gods. Still the passenger slept below deck, not noticing the storm. His mind, thoughts and even dreams were focused on an entirely different matter. The crew of the Moonsea’s Dream, a merchant’s vessel had agreed to let the passenger aboard, something quite rare. The man had personally spoke to the captain in private, for several hours, then the captain announced they would take the man aboard. Not that his crew minded, the man did not get in the way. In fact, he was rarely seen, almost like a ghost. From time to time he would help out with tasks on the ship, saying little and hiding his face with the hood of his crimson cloak.
The man stayed asleep through the storm, but something else would wake him up. As the rain slowed, the sea calmed, and the sailors relaxed, though perhaps they should not have.
There was little warning to the attack. The sauhaugin had scaled the side of the ship they same way they attacked; silently and swiftly, It was only the shouts of the crew that roused the man from his room. The man put his hooded cloak over his head and ambled up towards the deck, towards the fight.
The crew was not faring well. The sauhaugin were savaged, trained warriors while only a few members of the crew were trained in combat. They barely held their own, and most likely would have all fallen, if their passenger had not made it in time.
He came from below deck like a shadow under the full moon. No one noticed him coming and no one would have noticed if he left. But the man would not leave. “You picked the wrong ship to attack, fishies!” The man punched a nearby sauhaugin right in its face, his massive strength sending his target flying. With the only nearby foe dispatched, the man began chanting quietly in draconic. The words grew louder and louder until he was shouting. Suddenly the man jerked his head back, causing his hood to fall back, revealing his flame-coloured hair and intense emerald eyes. He held his hand palm out and shouted the last word of his spell, which would translate in the common tongue as “Immolate”.
Ten orbs of crimson energies flew from his hand, guided by will and magic to the sauhaugin invaders, each bursting into flame on contact with its target. Eight of the attackers fell instantly, the remainder fleeing at the impressive display of magic. The crew looked at their saviour in awe of what they had seen. With the battle over, the passenger’s hair, longer than he used to keep it, settled about his head.
“If that all,” the man said, after a few moments of silence, “I’m going back to sleep.”