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A loud thunderclap roared across the ocean and greeted the shore as rain poured down Tegru's delicate places. He wasn't one to care about the freezing winds or the water that helped it leach the cold out of his body. He was, however, very worried about his Journal. If all the Stories he had inside were lost, they wouldn't be brought together like this for many years. He instinctively held the Journal through his coat, shivering at the thought.
Sadly his "divine task", as the king he was working for stated, was to get to Bloodsand Bay as quickly as mortally possible. Tegru didn't exactly keep track of it, but he had a vague understanding that the king's enemies were laying siege upon it from both land and see. If it weren't for the ravenous defense of the people, this place would've crumbled months ago. Not to mention the fact that they have a few magically imbued artifacts of Plenty.
"Uh…. Chanter?"
Tegru jumped slightly as he turned to face one of the deckhands. No, no wait. Not a deckhand. A "Courtesan" as sanctioned girls are called. She looked rather good in all honesty. She reminded him of Sparra. He should remember to put a few coin aside for her.
She looked scared though, behind the cloak she was wearing. She probably thought that he'd kill her the second she said anything impolite. He didn't blame her. His father was like that.
"Ah w's just wond'rin'…. Well… Dey say y'can end dis siege. Today. Ah… uhm…"
Tegru held his hand out for her, smiling to her as he nodded. She deflated like a punctured bellows in relief. He took a moment to look at the weary and hungry men rowing for their lives. At the hardwood decks and the folded sails. At the flag showing four alternating lines of black and white. These people were desperate. They needed him to break this siege. The Captain tried, and failed, to bring a serious mood to Tegru. She said something about the strategic significance of the bay, but he let Sparra handle such things.
"LAND HO!"
Suddenly, everyone burst into even more furious activity. The courtesan ran below deck as people screamed about afts and ports and starboards and throwing rope at each other. Tegru had eyes for none of it. He had eyes only for the rising city and it's port.
They didn't call it Bloodsand Bay for nothing. Tegru couldn't even register the shore as sand for a good minute simply because he was looking for yellow. Not the deep crimson that engulfed the areas that wasn't covered in brick and mortar.
He could see the torches of hundreds of soldiers and militia on the walls and just beyond it. They seemed like fireflies. With larger ones flying out of the catapults and engulfing the ones on the wall with flame. Those fireflies stopped moving and faded out eventually.
At the docks stood large wooden wales beached on a rather impressive coral reef. Tegru didn't know how they stopped their own ships from being caught in it, probably some Lifecrafter, but the enemy ships are stranded in the middle of nowhere. They even lashed their ships together to make a little island for themselves. No doubt sharing resources and ammunition to better attack anything that tries to come near them, while trying to survive on the bountiful fish. That was hard though. Coral cuts net just as easily as the flesh of those who jump in to hunt by hand.
Sparra moved closer. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her presence nonetheless. You couldn't miss Sparra. All bioluminescent hair and eyes. She was a Lifecrafter herself, but she specialised in support. Her food is spectacular, too. She put a coil of hair on his shoulder and gave a light tug to gain the Chanter's attention
"Time is near. Find a Story" Always to the point. Always the stereotypical Godling.
He walked up to the front of the ship. He lost focus of the arrows trying to hit them and the ballista bolts that did. He lost focus of the cries of agony and the screeches of men who don't want to die.
He focused on the Stories.
Thousands and thousands of folkore tales spread across him mind's eyes. Some are even from the Beginning. He searched through them, requesting a Tale of war to aid the city in its strife. One came up rather clumsily. It has never been Chanted. It doesn't know how the procedure works. Smiling inwardly, his eyes went wide as they went from its usual dark brown to pitch black.
"Ahh Yoooo! Ayoo!"
His voice poured across the sea and the shoreline. Those around him were sent back from the sheer magical force his voice erupted. It's why he couldn't speak anymore, he was simply too powerful.
"There once was a king named Urgad Ray
He was the king of Bloodsand Bay
Once he strolled the lands as he may
And came across a great big fray
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
Tegru's voice stretched far in every direction, but he made sure that the people could hear it inside the city. The entire air around the city changed. Magic saturated it, filled every pore of every living thing and made everyone know: Something big was happening.
Ship Island noticed too, and Tegru was vaguely aware of shots hitting the ship far less accurately, but far more often. Most at the front were shot in some way or another. A vague pain in his inner elbow notified him that there were no exceptions to that train of thought.
"There he saw a great big force
Bloodsand Bay being their course
He knew them stronger, from the North
And screamed in dismay, his voice hoarse"
Another valley of arrows came at the ship from Ship Island. Tegru's Story didn't wish for him to die. Who knows how long it'd be before it is told again? It tried to physically manifest it's will, but lack of experience failed it. Tegru gently guided the Story to create a physical vessel to channel it's power. Thus King Urgad Ray appeared in front of the Chanter, holding a shield as the arrows thudded into the ship. With a hoarse cry, he screamed,
"Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
King Urgad started to sing alongside Tegru,
"Hopeless in fear, he did what he must
And summoned horrors of great bloodlust
They came from the sea, bodies like rust
Landing on the Bay, sudden as a gust"
"Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The sea around Tegru's ship boiled as strange, grotesque things started to rise out of it. Massive horrors of tentacles and coral. They all had countless sickly green eyes covering their dome like heads. All those eyes were pointed at Tegru and the King. The king screamed again, the Story having enough strength to feed itself.
"I once was man named Urgad Ray
I was the king of Bloodsand Bay
My people follow other's say
But I'll protect them this very day!
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
On those words, the horrors lurched to Ship Island. The Story wasn't lying about their bloodlust. They dismembered the poor souls with sickly tearing sounds.
Bloodsand Bay could now be named Bloodwater Bay as well.
Tegru simply continued his Chant
"The horrors tore apart every living soul
Who took one of the Siege's many roles
They devoured them completely whole
And made the bones into trophy poles
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The horrors lurched forward, spreading into two mobs as they started at either side of the walls. To say it was a bloodbath would mean the horrors actually had to put a marginal amount of effort in it.
No. They simply trampled upon the enemy and pulled them to the mouths on their undersides along the way.
The crew, possessed by the Story, started to Chant as well. The Story felt like a god now. It wanted to spread, become as powerful as it could possibly become. It took Tegru a lot of willpower to make the Story not put too much strain on the crew: They were simply not strong enough to maintain the power the Story had fully.
"There once was a king named Urgad Ray
He once ruled Bloodsand Bay
He protects them to this day
As long as his soul has a say
Threats will come, come what may
They all shall only be his Prey
For the price given for that day
Was the life of Urgad Ray
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
King Urgad doubled over on Tegru's ship. He stumbled overboard as his skin turned to rust. Tentacles started growing out of his form as his many eyes gazed at his form in horror.
The Story was almost done. Tegru could feel it resisting the Ending. It was a battle of wills, but Tegru won. The Story would not be Never-Ending. It would not destroy Tegru as it did to the countless others.
"The horrors returned to their dwelling depths
The blood of their victims on their breath
They were satisfied with dealt death
Saying farewell in their shibboleth
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The silence that followed was resounding. The entire region felt the absence of the power. The sudden emptiness that now filled them. Everyone looked around, confused, longing. They wanted that power. The felt the surge and simply wanted more of it.
Tegru was on his hands and knees, his face on the decks as he cried in longing. He never realises how good the story was until he had ended it. He always mourns it. That numbing emptiness wasn't something you could ignore. It was always so cold. So void. Like he could cut himself open and only feel frozen nothingness.
"Calm down there, Tegru. I am here." Sparra stated, sitting down and embracing him "Shhh. It's not like you'll never feel it again. There's always more Stories." She patted his back a bit. She reached down and pulled the arrow from his elbow. He forgot it was even there.
It was rehearsed. It was cold. It was professional. It didn't mean a thing. Yet Tegru calmed down. Yet Tegru felt longing to embrace Sparra. Yet Tegru was caught in a Never-Ending Story. It just never needed to Chant it. Sparra didn't even like men. Sparra didn't even see him as anything more than a weapon she had to maintain.
He wondered how his Story would be, when he died.
He took a deep breath. He rubbed his face a bit to get himself back into shape. He was almost surprised to feel the slick water on it. He gazed up to the breaking clouds, heaving out a hopeless sigh. It stopped raining at least. He could write the Story down.
He rummaged deep in his inner pockets and pulled out a journal wrapped in oiled leather. He took the iron quill he had in his sleeve and jabbed his palm with it. The greedy thing sucked the blood right out of his hand, preparing to tell another Story.
He went to a new page and gave the title:
The Tale of Urgad Ray
Sadly his "divine task", as the king he was working for stated, was to get to Bloodsand Bay as quickly as mortally possible. Tegru didn't exactly keep track of it, but he had a vague understanding that the king's enemies were laying siege upon it from both land and see. If it weren't for the ravenous defense of the people, this place would've crumbled months ago. Not to mention the fact that they have a few magically imbued artifacts of Plenty.
"Uh…. Chanter?"
Tegru jumped slightly as he turned to face one of the deckhands. No, no wait. Not a deckhand. A "Courtesan" as sanctioned girls are called. She looked rather good in all honesty. She reminded him of Sparra. He should remember to put a few coin aside for her.
She looked scared though, behind the cloak she was wearing. She probably thought that he'd kill her the second she said anything impolite. He didn't blame her. His father was like that.
"Ah w's just wond'rin'…. Well… Dey say y'can end dis siege. Today. Ah… uhm…"
Tegru held his hand out for her, smiling to her as he nodded. She deflated like a punctured bellows in relief. He took a moment to look at the weary and hungry men rowing for their lives. At the hardwood decks and the folded sails. At the flag showing four alternating lines of black and white. These people were desperate. They needed him to break this siege. The Captain tried, and failed, to bring a serious mood to Tegru. She said something about the strategic significance of the bay, but he let Sparra handle such things.
"LAND HO!"
Suddenly, everyone burst into even more furious activity. The courtesan ran below deck as people screamed about afts and ports and starboards and throwing rope at each other. Tegru had eyes for none of it. He had eyes only for the rising city and it's port.
They didn't call it Bloodsand Bay for nothing. Tegru couldn't even register the shore as sand for a good minute simply because he was looking for yellow. Not the deep crimson that engulfed the areas that wasn't covered in brick and mortar.
He could see the torches of hundreds of soldiers and militia on the walls and just beyond it. They seemed like fireflies. With larger ones flying out of the catapults and engulfing the ones on the wall with flame. Those fireflies stopped moving and faded out eventually.
At the docks stood large wooden wales beached on a rather impressive coral reef. Tegru didn't know how they stopped their own ships from being caught in it, probably some Lifecrafter, but the enemy ships are stranded in the middle of nowhere. They even lashed their ships together to make a little island for themselves. No doubt sharing resources and ammunition to better attack anything that tries to come near them, while trying to survive on the bountiful fish. That was hard though. Coral cuts net just as easily as the flesh of those who jump in to hunt by hand.
Sparra moved closer. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her presence nonetheless. You couldn't miss Sparra. All bioluminescent hair and eyes. She was a Lifecrafter herself, but she specialised in support. Her food is spectacular, too. She put a coil of hair on his shoulder and gave a light tug to gain the Chanter's attention
"Time is near. Find a Story" Always to the point. Always the stereotypical Godling.
He walked up to the front of the ship. He lost focus of the arrows trying to hit them and the ballista bolts that did. He lost focus of the cries of agony and the screeches of men who don't want to die.
He focused on the Stories.
Thousands and thousands of folkore tales spread across him mind's eyes. Some are even from the Beginning. He searched through them, requesting a Tale of war to aid the city in its strife. One came up rather clumsily. It has never been Chanted. It doesn't know how the procedure works. Smiling inwardly, his eyes went wide as they went from its usual dark brown to pitch black.
"Ahh Yoooo! Ayoo!"
His voice poured across the sea and the shoreline. Those around him were sent back from the sheer magical force his voice erupted. It's why he couldn't speak anymore, he was simply too powerful.
"There once was a king named Urgad Ray
He was the king of Bloodsand Bay
Once he strolled the lands as he may
And came across a great big fray
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
Tegru's voice stretched far in every direction, but he made sure that the people could hear it inside the city. The entire air around the city changed. Magic saturated it, filled every pore of every living thing and made everyone know: Something big was happening.
Ship Island noticed too, and Tegru was vaguely aware of shots hitting the ship far less accurately, but far more often. Most at the front were shot in some way or another. A vague pain in his inner elbow notified him that there were no exceptions to that train of thought.
"There he saw a great big force
Bloodsand Bay being their course
He knew them stronger, from the North
And screamed in dismay, his voice hoarse"
Another valley of arrows came at the ship from Ship Island. Tegru's Story didn't wish for him to die. Who knows how long it'd be before it is told again? It tried to physically manifest it's will, but lack of experience failed it. Tegru gently guided the Story to create a physical vessel to channel it's power. Thus King Urgad Ray appeared in front of the Chanter, holding a shield as the arrows thudded into the ship. With a hoarse cry, he screamed,
"Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
King Urgad started to sing alongside Tegru,
"Hopeless in fear, he did what he must
And summoned horrors of great bloodlust
They came from the sea, bodies like rust
Landing on the Bay, sudden as a gust"
"Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The sea around Tegru's ship boiled as strange, grotesque things started to rise out of it. Massive horrors of tentacles and coral. They all had countless sickly green eyes covering their dome like heads. All those eyes were pointed at Tegru and the King. The king screamed again, the Story having enough strength to feed itself.
"I once was man named Urgad Ray
I was the king of Bloodsand Bay
My people follow other's say
But I'll protect them this very day!
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
On those words, the horrors lurched to Ship Island. The Story wasn't lying about their bloodlust. They dismembered the poor souls with sickly tearing sounds.
Bloodsand Bay could now be named Bloodwater Bay as well.
Tegru simply continued his Chant
"The horrors tore apart every living soul
Who took one of the Siege's many roles
They devoured them completely whole
And made the bones into trophy poles
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The horrors lurched forward, spreading into two mobs as they started at either side of the walls. To say it was a bloodbath would mean the horrors actually had to put a marginal amount of effort in it.
No. They simply trampled upon the enemy and pulled them to the mouths on their undersides along the way.
The crew, possessed by the Story, started to Chant as well. The Story felt like a god now. It wanted to spread, become as powerful as it could possibly become. It took Tegru a lot of willpower to make the Story not put too much strain on the crew: They were simply not strong enough to maintain the power the Story had fully.
"There once was a king named Urgad Ray
He once ruled Bloodsand Bay
He protects them to this day
As long as his soul has a say
Threats will come, come what may
They all shall only be his Prey
For the price given for that day
Was the life of Urgad Ray
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
King Urgad doubled over on Tegru's ship. He stumbled overboard as his skin turned to rust. Tentacles started growing out of his form as his many eyes gazed at his form in horror.
The Story was almost done. Tegru could feel it resisting the Ending. It was a battle of wills, but Tegru won. The Story would not be Never-Ending. It would not destroy Tegru as it did to the countless others.
"The horrors returned to their dwelling depths
The blood of their victims on their breath
They were satisfied with dealt death
Saying farewell in their shibboleth
Ah Yoooo! Ayoo!"
The silence that followed was resounding. The entire region felt the absence of the power. The sudden emptiness that now filled them. Everyone looked around, confused, longing. They wanted that power. The felt the surge and simply wanted more of it.
Tegru was on his hands and knees, his face on the decks as he cried in longing. He never realises how good the story was until he had ended it. He always mourns it. That numbing emptiness wasn't something you could ignore. It was always so cold. So void. Like he could cut himself open and only feel frozen nothingness.
"Calm down there, Tegru. I am here." Sparra stated, sitting down and embracing him "Shhh. It's not like you'll never feel it again. There's always more Stories." She patted his back a bit. She reached down and pulled the arrow from his elbow. He forgot it was even there.
It was rehearsed. It was cold. It was professional. It didn't mean a thing. Yet Tegru calmed down. Yet Tegru felt longing to embrace Sparra. Yet Tegru was caught in a Never-Ending Story. It just never needed to Chant it. Sparra didn't even like men. Sparra didn't even see him as anything more than a weapon she had to maintain.
He wondered how his Story would be, when he died.
He took a deep breath. He rubbed his face a bit to get himself back into shape. He was almost surprised to feel the slick water on it. He gazed up to the breaking clouds, heaving out a hopeless sigh. It stopped raining at least. He could write the Story down.
He rummaged deep in his inner pockets and pulled out a journal wrapped in oiled leather. He took the iron quill he had in his sleeve and jabbed his palm with it. The greedy thing sucked the blood right out of his hand, preparing to tell another Story.
He went to a new page and gave the title:
The Tale of Urgad Ray
