I should warn you, that my tale is not a happy one. It has had it’s up at times, but, for the most parts these only seem to better serve to allow the lows to hit me even harder. Still, because of what I am… and what I will do my tale will be told. So, I might as well provide my own words to my legend, if only to give it a grain of truth. This may sound arrogant, but, you’ll come to understand soon enough.
I do not use my old name, it makes things easier on myself and the world around me. So, I will leave that vague. I am a child of the west, and was a daughter of the sea. I was never far away from the shores even as a young girl. Of course, I never set foot on a ship… I did not wish to bring the ire of the hags of the sea down upon the crew of any vessel. That didn’t mean though, I didn’t enjoy past times such as fishing and swimming. I knew as child that I wouldn’t be the bread winner in the household, and that didn’t bother me. I wanted someone to protect me, to provide for my children and I.
Perhaps if I had more common sense the entirety of my life would have followed a different current. I could have chose an honest sailor, or any number of professions to be my love. Alas, the heart doesn’t listen to reason. The man who would one day be my husband wooed me, he was a honorable man… it sounds odd to say that about a pirate. Yet, he was always good too his word, and in truth he had a rather kind heart. It was a whirl wind courtship, we we’re married before our first year together. Of course, my mother and father disproved of the wedding, but, I didn’t heed their words. I was young, and my heart and my blood were on fire.
My children would come nine month’s later, twins… a beautiful boy and girl. They were my life. They provided me with such joy. I couldn’t imagine my life without them, without their laughter, their smiles… and the way I felt when I held them tightly in my arms protecting them against the imaginary creatures that stalked the shadows of our little house. It brings tears to my eyes even now, sometimes I still wake up from my sweetest of dreams believing that they are still in my arms.
I’m sorry… I’m really not moving in chronological order am I? My mind was wandering.
My husband, as a man of the sea did not spend much time on land. I seen him only rarely every few months. It didn’t bother me… I never sought the arms of a stranger to hold me. I had my children, and I was friends with a few other women who’s husbands were member’s of the same profession. I always had someone to talk to when the loneliness became crushing.
Oh…. But those reunions! By all that was good and true, they were nights of such explosive passion! Tenderness would increase to lust induced bliss and then back again. There was never a night that I went to bed unsatisfied. If I could still blush… my cheeks would be crimson. Still like they say, all good things must come to an end. One of those days where my love was home, I went to the market… when I returned I found the house emptied… and the corpse of my husband, you couldn’t mistake those wounds. They were made by daikliaves. I… still to this day do not quite know why they killed him, I assume it had to be piracy… but… why did they use artifact weapons on him, and…
And why did they take my children! I… I was on the brink of self destruction. I could just as easily have thrown my self into sea… but, my children my beautiful children were still out there. Or so I told myself… they never found the bodies. They could still be alive. That day, was my first death… a false one, but one none the less. I sacrificed my gender, and my name… something I would do twice more after that. I made myself ready for the sea… and took up my husband… my love’s old profession.
I would find my place amongst a crew, they were not respectable men. In truth most pirates rarely are, my husband excluded of course. Fortunately, it seemed most of the men respected my status… and those who didn’t well, they learned of the hatred that burnt through my veins. Sometimes I couldn’t believe what I was inspired to do… still I never killed crewman. Eventually, I would crawl my way up the pecking order and become a captain myself. When the ship became mine… I turned our attention away mere merchant vessels, and went after those sponsored by the realm itself. Looking back, my crew and I were not much more then a thorn in the dragon’s claw. Still it made me feel better, I even laid low a dragon blood too my myself…. Interrogating them after they emptied there essence, seeing if they knew anything of my children.
One of them gave up location, a dragon blooded stronghold that held many slaves. It was foolish of me, I knew it was a trap. I couldn’t stop myself I led my crew to slaughter, too the last man. I sacrificed them in hopes of at least having a chance to wrap my arms around my children again even in death. I died again that day… my body torn apart by wicked blades of jades. As the last breaths of my life fell from my lips… a silken voice whispered in my ear. Such promises it made… revenge…. A chance to not only destroy the house that destroy my life, but the realm itself. I could live… and if I could live, I could find my children.
I accepted the mantle of the destroyer. All of my hate allowed me to become a true monster, but, a monster who was concerned with two little lives. At the moment, I would throw all of creation into hungry mouth of the void. Besides… they never said that oblivion had to come before my children themselves pass. I Awoke… and in that moment, I shook the seas themselves with my fury. I tore down the strongholds walls, slaughtered and drank down the blood of any warrior foolish enough to stand before. Unlike them… I never laid a hand on a non combatant.
When all was and done I found myself on a journey to skullstone Archipelago. I became an apprentice to the Silver Prince. I learned his ways, the ways of the dead and the damned. He was a monster, and a pawn to a more powerful monster, a sleeping horror. He presented me to his master, and the dead god found me to be a perfect weapon. Perhaps I would have been…
didn’t realize how large a one until I stumbled upon the secret of Island 5. Such wicked deceit, I could not allow it to go on. The rage within my heart built up once more, and I turned from my path. I may be a monster, but, I have been empowered by forces beyond humanity. I will use these dread powers to stave off oblivion… and I will have the silver prince’s head. If only because I fear that my love is nothing more then a bit of equipment in his arsenal… As such, I sacrificed the name that the silver prince gave me…
I do not use my old name, it makes things easier on myself and the world around me. So, I will leave that vague. I am a child of the west, and was a daughter of the sea. I was never far away from the shores even as a young girl. Of course, I never set foot on a ship… I did not wish to bring the ire of the hags of the sea down upon the crew of any vessel. That didn’t mean though, I didn’t enjoy past times such as fishing and swimming. I knew as child that I wouldn’t be the bread winner in the household, and that didn’t bother me. I wanted someone to protect me, to provide for my children and I.
Perhaps if I had more common sense the entirety of my life would have followed a different current. I could have chose an honest sailor, or any number of professions to be my love. Alas, the heart doesn’t listen to reason. The man who would one day be my husband wooed me, he was a honorable man… it sounds odd to say that about a pirate. Yet, he was always good too his word, and in truth he had a rather kind heart. It was a whirl wind courtship, we we’re married before our first year together. Of course, my mother and father disproved of the wedding, but, I didn’t heed their words. I was young, and my heart and my blood were on fire.
My children would come nine month’s later, twins… a beautiful boy and girl. They were my life. They provided me with such joy. I couldn’t imagine my life without them, without their laughter, their smiles… and the way I felt when I held them tightly in my arms protecting them against the imaginary creatures that stalked the shadows of our little house. It brings tears to my eyes even now, sometimes I still wake up from my sweetest of dreams believing that they are still in my arms.
I’m sorry… I’m really not moving in chronological order am I? My mind was wandering.
My husband, as a man of the sea did not spend much time on land. I seen him only rarely every few months. It didn’t bother me… I never sought the arms of a stranger to hold me. I had my children, and I was friends with a few other women who’s husbands were member’s of the same profession. I always had someone to talk to when the loneliness became crushing.
Oh…. But those reunions! By all that was good and true, they were nights of such explosive passion! Tenderness would increase to lust induced bliss and then back again. There was never a night that I went to bed unsatisfied. If I could still blush… my cheeks would be crimson. Still like they say, all good things must come to an end. One of those days where my love was home, I went to the market… when I returned I found the house emptied… and the corpse of my husband, you couldn’t mistake those wounds. They were made by daikliaves. I… still to this day do not quite know why they killed him, I assume it had to be piracy… but… why did they use artifact weapons on him, and…
And why did they take my children! I… I was on the brink of self destruction. I could just as easily have thrown my self into sea… but, my children my beautiful children were still out there. Or so I told myself… they never found the bodies. They could still be alive. That day, was my first death… a false one, but one none the less. I sacrificed my gender, and my name… something I would do twice more after that. I made myself ready for the sea… and took up my husband… my love’s old profession.
I would find my place amongst a crew, they were not respectable men. In truth most pirates rarely are, my husband excluded of course. Fortunately, it seemed most of the men respected my status… and those who didn’t well, they learned of the hatred that burnt through my veins. Sometimes I couldn’t believe what I was inspired to do… still I never killed crewman. Eventually, I would crawl my way up the pecking order and become a captain myself. When the ship became mine… I turned our attention away mere merchant vessels, and went after those sponsored by the realm itself. Looking back, my crew and I were not much more then a thorn in the dragon’s claw. Still it made me feel better, I even laid low a dragon blood too my myself…. Interrogating them after they emptied there essence, seeing if they knew anything of my children.
One of them gave up location, a dragon blooded stronghold that held many slaves. It was foolish of me, I knew it was a trap. I couldn’t stop myself I led my crew to slaughter, too the last man. I sacrificed them in hopes of at least having a chance to wrap my arms around my children again even in death. I died again that day… my body torn apart by wicked blades of jades. As the last breaths of my life fell from my lips… a silken voice whispered in my ear. Such promises it made… revenge…. A chance to not only destroy the house that destroy my life, but the realm itself. I could live… and if I could live, I could find my children.
I accepted the mantle of the destroyer. All of my hate allowed me to become a true monster, but, a monster who was concerned with two little lives. At the moment, I would throw all of creation into hungry mouth of the void. Besides… they never said that oblivion had to come before my children themselves pass. I Awoke… and in that moment, I shook the seas themselves with my fury. I tore down the strongholds walls, slaughtered and drank down the blood of any warrior foolish enough to stand before. Unlike them… I never laid a hand on a non combatant.
When all was and done I found myself on a journey to skullstone Archipelago. I became an apprentice to the Silver Prince. I learned his ways, the ways of the dead and the damned. He was a monster, and a pawn to a more powerful monster, a sleeping horror. He presented me to his master, and the dead god found me to be a perfect weapon. Perhaps I would have been…
didn’t realize how large a one until I stumbled upon the secret of Island 5. Such wicked deceit, I could not allow it to go on. The rage within my heart built up once more, and I turned from my path. I may be a monster, but, I have been empowered by forces beyond humanity. I will use these dread powers to stave off oblivion… and I will have the silver prince’s head. If only because I fear that my love is nothing more then a bit of equipment in his arsenal… As such, I sacrificed the name that the silver prince gave me…