“Aah yes, The Sea Sorcerer. Many a man, and many a ship too, have faced their oh so gruesome ends on the open seas, thanks to this one individual. Yet they themself are a bit of a somber tale…”
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Once upon a time, a little fishing sloop, five men strong, sailed the moonlit waves. They sailed further from where they used to fish, in hopes of gaining a bigger haul. Yet no matter how many times they cast their nets overboard, and how far they threw their fishing hooks, they simply just couldn't catch a single thing.

But then, one of the fishermen, who were in the middle of pulling up another empty net from the cold waters, heard the distant wail of a newborn. They looked up and out across the dark moonlit sea, and saw a little straw woven basket, floating along the calm waves.

The fishermen called out to his fellow fishers to turn the boat around to save the child, before they were to drown.

They hoisted the basket onboard, and saw a little fluff ball of a dark cyan green color. A wolf kin, who’s eyes were as light blue as the daylight sky, and who giggled when they saw the rough faces of the sailors peeking down at them.

The sailors sailed around the area for a time, trying to find the child’s parents. But they could neither find any ships or towns, nor any signs of a recently sunken ship, if such a dark truth was to be real.

Soo, after a lot of back and forth between the sailors, they decided to keep the boy, and make him into a full fledged fisherman when he grew up.

fifteen years later, the boy had grown, and was now helping his father figures around the sloop whenever he got the chance. He was a lively little thing indeed, but that was not all this little guy had, for the boy was gifted with magic.

Both he and his fathers, found out about this back when he was twelve. They were out fishing one day, when one of them accidentally dropped a crate into the water. They swore and cursed, while fetching some rope for when they were going to swim down to get it back up.

But the boy walked over to the railing of the sloop, and looked down into the water, thinking about how he so wanted to help get the crate up again. And as if the sea itself heard his wish, the crate began to rise up and over the water, floating beside the ship and dripping wet.

The fishermen were speechless, and when the boy turned to look at them with wonder on his face, they saw his eyes glow an ethereal sky blue.

After the spectacle they saw, they decided that it would be best if the boy kept his powers a secret. There were people both on land, and on the seas, who would either hurt him for what he could do, or use him for what he ‘could’ do for ‘them’.

But the boy was too enthralled by this ‘gift’ to just keep it locked away, soo, while his fathers weren’t looking, he would run off to a secluded area near the sea, whenever they were on land, and practiced his powers.

Now he didn’t learn that much, what with not having anything to really go off on from, other than what he found out about himself. He learned how to make the water take certain shapes and forms, but it was only temporary and rather unstable, but the fact is that he was making progress, just slowly.

Everything was going just great for the lad… But you know how these stories of mine go. Tragedy always comes to collect its duos.

One fateful day, when they were out fishing. A big ‘ol gallion, belonging to some rich nobles, came upon the humble fishers, and threatened them to step on board the gallion with muskets and swords.

Their hands were bound behind their backs, and were forced down on their knees, while the noblemen owning the ship walked back and forth in front of them, looking down at them with an egoistic smirk.

He told them that he was looking for someone special, someone, who he was told, could bend the waves to their wills. And this Special individual was also said to have been seen with the fishermen.
So the noble gave them a choice, either they told him everything they knew, and where he could find this ‘water bender', or he would kill them one by one, until one of them does so.

While this was happening, the boy, who had hid themself in a barrel when the gallion had made its approach, had sneaked his way up the port side of the ship, and was looking on as his adoptive fathers was on their knees, swords held close to their throats.

The noble began with the first on the right, and asked them where the water bender was. The first fishermen stayed quite, glaring up at the noble, who in turn looked down at him with and annoyed look, before scuffing and swiftly waves his hand, making the crook holding the sword to the fisher’s neck, quickly slice open their windpipe, making them croak and guggle as they writhe on the deck.

Then he moves to the next and asks the same to them, who then proceeds to spit on the noble’s shoes. They grit their teeth before kicking the bound fishermen in the face, before one of their goons slits their throat as well.

Then they went to the third, who cursed them to the deepest pits of hell. They too ended with the cold steal of a cutlass running across their throat.

When they got to the fourth, who cursed the noble like the third and was about to die for it the same way, the boy yelled out for them to stop as he jumped out of hiding, arms up in an act of beginning surrender.

The noble dawned, at first, a confused look on their face, only for it to turn into a sinister smirk the next, as he began approaching the boy. Some of their goons closed in on the lad as well, just to make sure he didn’t run.

The noble told the boy that it was brave of him to show himself BEFORE the last two met the same end as the others, however, it would have saved the three others lives, and saved some of the noble’s time, if he had done so sooner.

But before any of them could reach him, the boys eyes lit up, before he swung his arms around once and up in the air, as the whole ship buckled to the side, knocking everyone off their feet, and even some off the ship entirely.

The two still bound fishermen, now on their backs, quickly used the distraction to cut themselves loose with one of the goons' fallen swords. Once they were free, they grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon, as the noble screamed the order to kill them.

The fishermen were not half bad when it came to scrapping with people, and with the help of the boy’s powers, as he either shock the ship or hit some of the goons with a water barrel or two, they were holding their own pretty good… Until.

*POW!!*

A Flintlock goes off, as one of the two fishermen goes down, blood begining to pool around their body. The boy look over to where the shoot came from, and see the noblemen, with five musketies standing beside him, one of them reloading their weapon while the others were aiming right at the boy.

The noble swung their arm down while yelling ‘FIRE!’, and it was as if the world slowed down the boy, seeing how the hammers of the guns slowly clicked forward, on their way to light the powder which would send that which would spell his doom.

The boy, in this slowed state of mind, swung his arms up in front of his face and closed his eyes, afraid to see what came next. And then, the thunder of four guns sounds out in quick succession, yet… The boy didn’t feel a thing.

He opened his eyes, and standing in front of him was his last father, blood dripping down from their form, before they collapsed.

The boy, in a desperate panic, falls to their knees before their last father’s fading body, tears forming in their eyes as they repeat the word ‘no’ and ‘please’ in a desperate act, as if it would keep them alive.

But the father, with their shaking and blood stained hand, reaches up to the boy’s cheek, and wipes a tear away from their eye, and tells them the boy, with their final breath, that he was their most precious treasure in the whole wide world… And then he was no more…

The ending to this is rather vague, but it’s said that a mighty wail of sorrow and anger, sang across the seas, as a violent storm came a brewing out of the blue, and what a few claim to be the damn Kraken it self, rising it’s malicious tendrils up out of the waters, and dragged the whole gallion down to the cold dark depths below…

This was the last there was heard of the boy, seemingly died to the kraken like the rest… Until about seven or so years ago.

At first, it was only one or two small ships that would get sunken around these sets of small islands every two weeks or so. But then over the years, the toll on missing ships began to grow bigger and wider, in both the amount and size of ships that went through these deceptive waters.

Until, one ship belonging to a pirate captain of legend and infamy, sailed into these waters, and found the source for these disappearances.

It was the boy, now grown into a man, wearing clothes of a slapped together nature, and a less than pleased look on their face, when the Captain made landfall on his island, and offered him a job of excitement and adventure.

It took some time, and a bit of back and forth, but the Captain of the ‘Wingless Dragon’ managed to convince the sea mage to join his crew in the end.

Now, the pirates of the Wingless Dragon have gotten themself a POWERFUL trump card up their sleeve, yet at the same time not. The mage, even tho they’ve sunken a LOT of ships in the past, had grown adamant, and thin skinned, about the usage of his powers to send people and their ships down into the cold depths.

Instead, for the most part, he uses his powers for more ‘practical’ and less ’harmful’ ways. Like making the ship go faster by making the sea itself ‘push’ the ship forward, or do the opposite of that to a targeted ship and hold them in place, making them sitting ducks.

He can even summon a large cloud of Fog to mask their ship’s approach. Tho if you ask me, cloaking your ship in a large cloud of Fog doesn't really hide that much, if said cloud is approaching you at a high speed. But I guess it works wonders as a great fear and intimidation tactic.

But, IF push comes to shove, and their foes keep up the pressure and yearning for their blood and demise, then the mage will suck up their peace and mercy, and give their foes the blood they oh so hunger for, in the form of the salty seawater they all sail upon…
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“And that my friends, is how the sea mage came to be, as far as we’ve been told. Powerful, yet somber” They say, before downing their mug of ale.

“...But… We still have the rest of the crew to talk about. So tell me…”

“Who do you wish to hear about next?”

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This was done by the phenomenal  graylynx!

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