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<blockquote data-quote="BudroThePious" data-source="post: 5998226" data-attributes="member: 6696583"><p>Jhiv walks back over to the group and asks Rosie to get her fiddle to play some mood music for the tale he is about to spin. Once there is a lull in the story-telling he steps forward to try his hand at the craft. <span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>"So. Everyone sees the Fishman, everyone wonders about the Fishman. What dark lightless chasm could he come from, what swirling conflux of fate and tide could spawn such a wretched creature.”</strong></span> At this Jhiv smiles at the surrounding pirates. <span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>“Well, I’ll tell the story of how I came into this world. And what a tale it is. </strong></span></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>Most of you lot gathered here now won’t be able to remember the great storm that wracked this whole place for almost the entire year of 4640, but that was the squall I was born into. People to this day, after over seventy years, still talk about that storm. Some say it was a storm from hell, some say it was the Pirate Queen’s wrath come down on us all. People who saw it say it rivaled the Eye itself. Image a hurricane that went from horizon to horizon, skies black as coal at high noon, enough lightning to read a book by, not that many of you sorry lot do much reading. Think of being trapped in rain that blew sideways, then up, then turned green, then purple, rain that could peel the flesh from your bones if you were foolish enough to go out in it. Now imagine that storm lasting for ten god forsaken months. That storm went from north of Mediogalti Island to south of the Jungle of Hungry Trees. And there was no eye in this storm, no calm, just rain and wind and thunder and lightning and death. Hundreds of ships were lost, from fat floundering galleons to some of the best and bravest pirates to plunder the seas at that time. No one was saved, none were spared. Whole islands were sunk beneath the frothing waves, entire villages and towns scoured from the coast. </strong></span></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed"><strong></strong></span></p><p> <span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>And into that storm from hell my crazy mother decided to sail. I have no idea what drove her to do it, I was the only soul on the ship she took to live. She was a merchant, and she had business that took her from Eleder up to Ilizmagorti, or it would have.</strong></span></p><p></p><p> <span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>I heard the story of that night from the man who raised me. He was a hermit who had some dealings with a merfolk clan off the coast and one day they brought him a small blue child and a tale to whiten your scalp. The merfolk saw what happened to the ship I was born on, and being able to breathe water is the only thing that saved them from sharing that ships fate. Her name was the <em>Lucky Lady</em>, but her luck had run out. She was a three masted merchant ship that had been able to out-sail the storms and pirates for years. When the merfolk who found me saw her she was climbing straight up the side of a wave they swore was over a hundred feet tall. They watched as that ship was beat all to hell for over an hour before the biggest wave any of them had ever seen crested over it. Those poor bastards swore on their mothers that the <em>Lucky Lady</em> was upside down inside the break of this beast and was driven to the bottom so hard that the masts were buried in the seabed. The only piece of that ship that ever saw the surface again was a door with me floating on top of it, mad as all hell.</strong></span></p><p></p><p> <span style="color: DarkRed"><strong>It was a whole ‘nother month before that storm blew itself out and the sea calmed enough those merfolk risked the shallows to deliver me to that hermit. And that’s the truth of it sure as I’m standing here.”</strong></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BudroThePious, post: 5998226, member: 6696583"] Jhiv walks back over to the group and asks Rosie to get her fiddle to play some mood music for the tale he is about to spin. Once there is a lull in the story-telling he steps forward to try his hand at the craft. [COLOR=DarkRed][B]"So. Everyone sees the Fishman, everyone wonders about the Fishman. What dark lightless chasm could he come from, what swirling conflux of fate and tide could spawn such a wretched creature.”[/B][/COLOR] At this Jhiv smiles at the surrounding pirates. [COLOR=DarkRed][B]“Well, I’ll tell the story of how I came into this world. And what a tale it is. Most of you lot gathered here now won’t be able to remember the great storm that wracked this whole place for almost the entire year of 4640, but that was the squall I was born into. People to this day, after over seventy years, still talk about that storm. Some say it was a storm from hell, some say it was the Pirate Queen’s wrath come down on us all. People who saw it say it rivaled the Eye itself. Image a hurricane that went from horizon to horizon, skies black as coal at high noon, enough lightning to read a book by, not that many of you sorry lot do much reading. Think of being trapped in rain that blew sideways, then up, then turned green, then purple, rain that could peel the flesh from your bones if you were foolish enough to go out in it. Now imagine that storm lasting for ten god forsaken months. That storm went from north of Mediogalti Island to south of the Jungle of Hungry Trees. And there was no eye in this storm, no calm, just rain and wind and thunder and lightning and death. Hundreds of ships were lost, from fat floundering galleons to some of the best and bravest pirates to plunder the seas at that time. No one was saved, none were spared. Whole islands were sunk beneath the frothing waves, entire villages and towns scoured from the coast. [/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][B]And into that storm from hell my crazy mother decided to sail. I have no idea what drove her to do it, I was the only soul on the ship she took to live. She was a merchant, and she had business that took her from Eleder up to Ilizmagorti, or it would have.[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][B]I heard the story of that night from the man who raised me. He was a hermit who had some dealings with a merfolk clan off the coast and one day they brought him a small blue child and a tale to whiten your scalp. The merfolk saw what happened to the ship I was born on, and being able to breathe water is the only thing that saved them from sharing that ships fate. Her name was the [I]Lucky Lady[/I], but her luck had run out. She was a three masted merchant ship that had been able to out-sail the storms and pirates for years. When the merfolk who found me saw her she was climbing straight up the side of a wave they swore was over a hundred feet tall. They watched as that ship was beat all to hell for over an hour before the biggest wave any of them had ever seen crested over it. Those poor bastards swore on their mothers that the [I]Lucky Lady[/I] was upside down inside the break of this beast and was driven to the bottom so hard that the masts were buried in the seabed. The only piece of that ship that ever saw the surface again was a door with me floating on top of it, mad as all hell.[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][B]It was a whole ‘nother month before that storm blew itself out and the sea calmed enough those merfolk risked the shallows to deliver me to that hermit. And that’s the truth of it sure as I’m standing here.”[/B][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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