Firmhanded_Daddy
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Name: Strahan Vladdross
Occupation: Knight-Commander in service to the Knights of Pelor
Age: 25
Features: Long dark hair, a full mustache several abdominal scars.
The sun just crested the horizon. It had been another exhausting night of defending the perimeter against small skirmishes. The grizzled old captain in charge of the defense of the town had said they orcs were just testing the defenses. They were looking for a weak point to exploit. The defenders could not give them that weak point or everyone would pay the price.
“Well” Jamus muttered to himself one part sleepy, one part starving, and one part angry “I’m no soldier. I’m not cut out for this. I just want my bed, and to go back to workin’ in the fields. Why the next orc I-“
We will never know what Jamus planned to do to the next orc he saw. At that moment he saw something as he looked out across the sea.
A dot.
Then another.
Then six more.
He knew then what he saw breaking over the horizon; Hope.
He dashed to the nearest warning bell hung on the makeshift palisade and rang the bell with all of his flagging might. The bell stirred the town from a sluggish stupor of hopelessness, of lethargy, and exhaustion. First it was fearful faces turning toward the sound of the bell, but then they saw young Janus’ body trembling, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t speak, he just pointed to the water. They were going to survive.
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He hated the sea. Of all the ways he had traveled, the sea was the worst. He had ridden horse, gryphon, and even dragon back. In all those situations he felt there was at least some control on his part. However on sea one was at the whims of the wind and the water. It made his stomach turn. Still it did not mean they were entirely unprepared for the journey. Heavier armor was stored in the provisions ships, and them men were draped in chain mail. In case there was an accident and a man went over they could at least swim for a short time. If you went over in full plate you were as good as dead.
He needed to halt this line of thinking. Death did not scare him, it was the prospect of being able to die with his sword in hand, fighting darkness. No man in his command feared death, but the idea of such an ignoble death was unmanning. He stroked the length of his long black mustache in irritation. He turned to find the captain to ask for the fifth time this morning how long until they felt land beneath their feet when he heard a call from the crows nest. “Land ahead!”
He gripped the rail and sighed in relief. Offering a muttered prayer to Palor, it was then he heard the water rushing, and the sickening sound of wood splintering. He turned his head just in time to hear splintering wood turn into screams of terror as men went skyborn, then crashed into the dark water.
The knight turned to the captain of the ship who was swearing and shouting orders. Three steps and he crossed the deck. His thick hand closed around the captain’s shoulder and he pulled him close to shout into his ear, to be heard above the booming death. “I thought you said this was the safest route!?!”
“Sir Strahan, I’ve sailed this sea for the five years this outpost has been here and never seen anything like that!”
“Well it see’s us captain. Move this boat, I don’t care if you have to crash it onto shore!”
The large beast waved tentacles about in fury, like a child throwing a tantrum. The water churned and foamed beneath the beast and around the formation of the ships. It made the beast look even more ravenous. Another pair of tentacles lashed out and circled another ship. It ripped the hull into pieces just like a child could tear a cloth doll apart. Except this cloth doll sent thirty men to their death.
The cold realization sunk in right at that moment. This creature being here was not a chance encounter. Someone was trying to stop them from landing on the shore. Someone who had a way to control this sea monster, someone who knew they were coming. He glanced around as an idea formed into his head. He loosened the sword at his belt knowing it would do almost no good against something that size.
“Captain! Evacuate your men. Take as many people as you can, get them in the life boats and get to shore. Those people need the knights to make it to shore. If we don’t distract this beast it will wreck the whole fleet.”
“With respect sir… what is your plan here. Life boats won’t make it either.”
“I’m going to distract that thing.”
He was planning, the wheels in his head were turning. He didn’t notice his men were lining the deck, staring at that monster, listening.
His second in command aboard the ship called out over the chaos. “Sir you cannot kill that monster, or pilot this ship on your own.”
“No, I can’t Sir Gregor. I don’t plan to kill it. Just to get his attention.”
“Then I am not going Strahan. I’d rather die with sword in hand than trying to swim to shore.”
Strahan just nodded his head. “Then make yourself useful Gregor, get on the wheel.”
The older man gave a grin that was lacking more teeth than normal and promptly ordered the captain to ‘hop to’ and follow his orders.
This had been a shipping boat for a long time. The captain had been smart enough to keep harpoons and nets on hand in case rations ran low on the voyage. Strahan hefted one of the harpoons, tested the balance in hand. Then he back up a few paces, ran forward and threw with everything he had. The barbed weapon flew true and struck the rubbery hide of the beast. It roared more likely in indignity than real pain. That couldn’t have done any real damage. The sound was deafening and could easily be heard echoing for miles. Men followed suit and a stream of harpoons streaked from the side of the boat even as it lurched and started to turn head on toward the mighty beast. So far the plan was working. The beast began to turn toward them and it began to rush forward, flailing in rage.
The men began to see what the knight-captain had seen immediately. The prow of the ship was decked with a long spire of wood much like a sword fish. It would make a wonderful lance.
Above the noise Strahan’s voice rose up. “Remember, we have to keep the ship together long enough to get close. We need to buy as much time as possible and wounding this thing as much as we can is as good a plan as any!”
More harpoons sped from the prow of the ship until their supply was exhausted. The beast was a terrible and imposing sight, but what was fear when you have braved the charge of dragons? He pulled his shield free along with his sword. His men followed. He raised the blade up to the rising sun and cried “For Pelor! Victory or Death!”
The ship picked up speed as did the beast. With no more of those biting barbs coming his way he sensed the kill. Men began beating sword and shield together and chanting “Victory or death!” in rhythm.
Just when the ship drew within tentacle reach of the Kraken , Strahan threw his shield to the deck and took his sword in both hands. Raising the blade high above his head the paladin focused himself, imbued the blade with the force of Pelor himself. The blade glowed radiant bright in the sun for just a heartbeat. Then he cocked the blade back and hurled it with all of his might. The blade spun end over end. He did not wait to see if the weapon struck true. He dashed forward and ran the length of that wooden spine upon the brow. Drawing his belt knife he leaped the gap. The Kraken froze. Obviously surprised by either the fact that the blade just lodged hilt deep into a rubbery eye, or one lone figure charging off the boat to actually charge it.
Behind him the knight-commander was given strength by the sound of his men.
”Victory or death, victory or death, victory or- SNAP
The prow steered clean through the destruction of the stunned tentacles and lodged into the beasts abdomen where the boat reared, and the prow snapped off. Just as the knight commander landed he brought the long bladed knife to bear just to be able to hang on. It carved a long rent into flesh and finally caught. He held on with both hands just as the Kraken gave another terrible roar. This time there was definitely pain in the roar. The beast coiled around the ship like a snake. The hull gave a shuddering snap, and then the beast, passengers, and ship all sank beneath the dark waves.
Of the ten ships on the horizon three made the actual landing and one was filled with much needed provisions. An hour into the sickening task of dredging bodes in from the sea the body of the knight-commander washed up down the south western edge of the shore.