Came The Ships
Part 1
=The tale pieced together by Scribe Thae Tuprin from his and others? accounts of how those of the tri-torque crown family first came to Althalos Fatrel. = 7th Scribe of Havraet, Thae Tuprin in the 1167th year of the Halgurian calendar.
Bitter winds and surf pounded against the rocky crags that jutted up out of the seas. But their warning in the tempest went unseen. Men were too busy aboard the six, great ships to take that dangerous climb up and try to lower the sails.
Salty, icy waves rushed over the sides and onto the deck. Cries and wails tossed up among the roar of the angry ocean as some of the men went overboard to be immediately lost to the churning ebb and flow.
Raw hands of the men up in the rigging and sails were yanking knives from their belts and boots to cut at the lines out of sheer desperation. Their eyes were wild and the stone of fear was in their stomachs. Some could see better than others from where they were precariously perched that everything being done was in vain and useless. The ships were too close and pikes of the rocks were too easily seen no matter how much water was being tossed up and about.
Below the main deck, the bottom most level that usually had a few inches of standing water suddenly buckled and splintered with the first impact of The Gapinok against unyielding reef stone. New cries loosed from the crew and its passengers. More scrambled up from the lower levels, fearing they would have no way out and drown.
While The Gapinok and another, The Palitoran, were being torn apart, its sister ships The Shiffe and The Bohre were behind them with more time to get at least small boat downs on ropes with dozens of people and precious cargo in them. But even they were having a rough time of it.
Further back on the torrent horizon in the haze of the spray of waves and wind, the other two ships had the time to split their efforts; The Kintle to the north and The Vetrinor to the south.
=The tale pieced together by Scribe Thae Tuprin from his and others? accounts of how those of the tri-torque crown family first came to Althalos Fatrel. = 7th Scribe of Havraet, Thae Tuprin in the 1167th year of the Halgurian calendar.
Bitter winds and surf pounded against the rocky crags that jutted up out of the seas. But their warning in the tempest went unseen. Men were too busy aboard the six, great ships to take that dangerous climb up and try to lower the sails.
Salty, icy waves rushed over the sides and onto the deck. Cries and wails tossed up among the roar of the angry ocean as some of the men went overboard to be immediately lost to the churning ebb and flow.
Raw hands of the men up in the rigging and sails were yanking knives from their belts and boots to cut at the lines out of sheer desperation. Their eyes were wild and the stone of fear was in their stomachs. Some could see better than others from where they were precariously perched that everything being done was in vain and useless. The ships were too close and pikes of the rocks were too easily seen no matter how much water was being tossed up and about.
Below the main deck, the bottom most level that usually had a few inches of standing water suddenly buckled and splintered with the first impact of The Gapinok against unyielding reef stone. New cries loosed from the crew and its passengers. More scrambled up from the lower levels, fearing they would have no way out and drown.
While The Gapinok and another, The Palitoran, were being torn apart, its sister ships The Shiffe and The Bohre were behind them with more time to get at least small boat downs on ropes with dozens of people and precious cargo in them. But even they were having a rough time of it.
Further back on the torrent horizon in the haze of the spray of waves and wind, the other two ships had the time to split their efforts; The Kintle to the north and The Vetrinor to the south.