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[Arakad]

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The boards of the dragon ship rocked whined from the grinding pressure given by the racking waves. The sails were taut from the storm winds that blew opposite the mast. "Tighten that land line! - rope up those barrels! - you lubbers get to the oars the shores coming fast!" roaring out loud the captain of the Chaos Thorn raged at the skeletal crew that Lord Arakad had hired on at last minute notice.

"Its a sour bunch you put together m'liege" Jonas stated as the shadow clad figure stood by the wheel.

"They are nah meant to look good lad; just get me... " his words broken off with a series of vital coughs and wheeze of breath. "They need only get me to Verity."

Leaning heavily upon the staff of shadows that seemed to soak up the night air around the ship like a sponge; the Eternal couldn't help but realize the havoc this storm was causing. His glowing sapphire eyes staring into he vast obsidian waters ahead of the vessel. He'd not been upon the ocean since his days as a Captain with the Regency's "Britannia Guard", yet he could never get the love of the ocean out of his veins to this day.

"Liege! rough tide ahead!"

"We are getting near Nujelm Isle. Cast starboard and hold straight until we round'er bout captain!" Roaring orders over the deck of the ship to the few men that he could bribe to travel from Cove around the orc fort. Those that were not frightened were to old and those that were not to old had a superstition over the Orcs strengths, and ignorance of the obvious weaknesses.

"Sire!" The captain lunged forward from his grasp on the wheel to grab hold of Arakad's robes; pulling the crumpling man back as he fell into another sudden burst of seizure causing fits.

"J..jo.nas - Keep your sails with the wind" The man struggled out between gasps of catching his breath.

"There now ... get blow decks - we will port at Nujlem for the night."

Grudgingly the Eternal agreed, leaning heavily against the staff of shadows as he struggled with the rocking of the ship. Come dawn the man would have to seek the medicines of Nujelms' local healers to last him another day of just keeping his sanity down.

Waves pounded against the ship, sending walls of water onto the deck of the ship - the half-breed stood, tightly holding the staff against the boards beneath his feet as the water collided around his form pushing the shadow robes with gusts of mist and sheets that sent two others careening into the oceans depths. "Man over board!" the sailors cried out as they abandoned their stations to assist their own.

Arakad quickly made his way to the trap that lead below decks, fighting the blasts of water that towered over the hull of the ship onto the deck. Until even he came frozen in place - the piercing blue eyes stared beyond the ships deck and onto a mountain of water waving into one pure mass that stood before the ship like a giant staring at a dwarf.

"Ah ... sh..." his words cut off by another jagged cough just before the wave washed over the base of the ship sending it plummeting deck over hull under the dark waters.

If it were not for the coughing, if it were not for the cause of his distress to par-take this journey the man would have come up for air with the remains of the crew.

Abandoning the shadow staff the eternal refused to give up; though his magic had been sapped from his lack of 'faith' to Oblivion as the Undead have put it, and his strength ravaged his body, he still was determined to reach the island of the mages and seek the cure he needed.

The rush of water sending him foot over head deeper into the waters depths. Thoughts flowing through his mind ~my luck a kraken'll show up next~ almost laughing, if he weren't already struggling for air. Cats hate water ... and I'm half meer damnit...He could feel the currents rushing him through the oceans mid-surface, knowing the cause. Land and the tide rolling in. Unless he could slow the currents speed he was trapped in he knew for certain he would crash into the rocks.

It wasn't until he finally made a head above water that he realized his jest came true. A sea serpent tail rolled along the waves of the water just beneath his feet.


The only response as he kicked frantically towards the coming shore was a mouth full of water and sputtering phrase - "Fates a wench..."