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How did Kaelen find himself in his current problem of several blight orc ships chasing down the scout vessel he was on out in the Blight Sea? The lose of his father and following transition of the family seat had taken a toll on him mentally and emotionally. It took the most toll of any single event in his entire life, and that was including the battles he had fought. His first instinct had been to jump right back into his duties to his family, land, and high king. That didn't go so well as he couldn't get the real rest he needed. So instead he had taken a leave from his previous duties and boarded a scouting vessel on a mission to see what lands were east of the Storm Isles as a consultant if they ran into any problems. Needless to say, it didn't go well once they hit the Blighted Sea.
For several days or perhaps a couple of weeks now the blight orcs had been chasing them. Evasion worked previously, but their relentless pursuit had everyone exhausted. No quarter or chance to breath had been given and supplies were low. It was the worst case scenario. The only good news had been they wanted to raid them rather than sink them, so they just needed to avoid losing their means of travel and boarding actions.
Kaelen kept watch on the orc ships with a sour look on his face. Was it a trial from the gods that this was happening or just terrible luck? Why were these orcs so focused on their ship as well? It didn't make sense to him. This was definitely not the usual actions of pirates or naval vessels. Perhaps something more was going on than he was aware of.
He didn't have time to give it much more thought though before fireballs came flying from the blight orc ships. They had finally decided to just sink the ship. Kaelen cursed and yelled out a warning. The crew began to scramble as orders were barked. Everyone was moving as swiftly as they could but the lack of rest had left them sluggish. One of the balls completely missed them off to the side and one landed right next to the ship causing cold sea water to cover everyone on deck. The third ship didn't miss and struck the ship's side. Some of the wood caught fire but the real problem was it tore a hole into the hull near sea level. The ocean began to flood inside. The ship was doomed.
Everyone was scrambling to get to the boats. Kaelen made his way there as well, but remained until the very last one along with the captain. More balls of fire rained down around them causing chaos. They tried to stay together, but it didn't work. Waves pushed them all apart. One of the worst hit was Kaelen's boat which began to drift far away. Their misfortune did not stop there as a fireball managed to hit their boat....
Kaelen wasn't sure what happened after that. It was all a blur in his mind. All he knew was that he awoke an unknowing amount of time later somehow hanging onto a piece of debris. No one else was around him. It was just him, the chilling sea, and an ever closing strip of beach. Large waves crashed into the sand and rocks making escape difficult. When his time to try had come he had to muster all of his will to fight through the push and pull of the ocean.
Step after step carried Kaelen further up the beach until sand and stone turned into half frozen mud mixed with half thawed snow. He marched through the slush until he found a half sheltering outcropping of rocks. With a heavy thud he fell onto his side with his back to the wall. He was wearing a practical suit of armor that mixed mobility and defense together as much as possible with leather, fur, and cloth designed for the cold climate. A thick, heavy cloak was wrapped around him in the blue and gray of his house. It should have warmed him, but after floating in the ocean it was just speeding up his death to the cold. Slowly and with great effort he drew the Mystmarch rune for "warmth" onto the front of his breastplate using a near by stone. It was temporary and the only thing he could do. As the magic in it took effect and warmed up his clothing and body, Kaelen lost consciousness.
Lost and alone. Kaelen was now in the southern Eretejva Tundra.
Sannoru Sigrith
For several days or perhaps a couple of weeks now the blight orcs had been chasing them. Evasion worked previously, but their relentless pursuit had everyone exhausted. No quarter or chance to breath had been given and supplies were low. It was the worst case scenario. The only good news had been they wanted to raid them rather than sink them, so they just needed to avoid losing their means of travel and boarding actions.
Kaelen kept watch on the orc ships with a sour look on his face. Was it a trial from the gods that this was happening or just terrible luck? Why were these orcs so focused on their ship as well? It didn't make sense to him. This was definitely not the usual actions of pirates or naval vessels. Perhaps something more was going on than he was aware of.
He didn't have time to give it much more thought though before fireballs came flying from the blight orc ships. They had finally decided to just sink the ship. Kaelen cursed and yelled out a warning. The crew began to scramble as orders were barked. Everyone was moving as swiftly as they could but the lack of rest had left them sluggish. One of the balls completely missed them off to the side and one landed right next to the ship causing cold sea water to cover everyone on deck. The third ship didn't miss and struck the ship's side. Some of the wood caught fire but the real problem was it tore a hole into the hull near sea level. The ocean began to flood inside. The ship was doomed.
Everyone was scrambling to get to the boats. Kaelen made his way there as well, but remained until the very last one along with the captain. More balls of fire rained down around them causing chaos. They tried to stay together, but it didn't work. Waves pushed them all apart. One of the worst hit was Kaelen's boat which began to drift far away. Their misfortune did not stop there as a fireball managed to hit their boat....
Kaelen wasn't sure what happened after that. It was all a blur in his mind. All he knew was that he awoke an unknowing amount of time later somehow hanging onto a piece of debris. No one else was around him. It was just him, the chilling sea, and an ever closing strip of beach. Large waves crashed into the sand and rocks making escape difficult. When his time to try had come he had to muster all of his will to fight through the push and pull of the ocean.
Step after step carried Kaelen further up the beach until sand and stone turned into half frozen mud mixed with half thawed snow. He marched through the slush until he found a half sheltering outcropping of rocks. With a heavy thud he fell onto his side with his back to the wall. He was wearing a practical suit of armor that mixed mobility and defense together as much as possible with leather, fur, and cloth designed for the cold climate. A thick, heavy cloak was wrapped around him in the blue and gray of his house. It should have warmed him, but after floating in the ocean it was just speeding up his death to the cold. Slowly and with great effort he drew the Mystmarch rune for "warmth" onto the front of his breastplate using a near by stone. It was temporary and the only thing he could do. As the magic in it took effect and warmed up his clothing and body, Kaelen lost consciousness.
Lost and alone. Kaelen was now in the southern Eretejva Tundra.
Sannoru Sigrith