The dark wind was soaring, black sky roaming the stormy seas. The howls of the raging wind wasn't merciful.
I am Pantheon the Purifier, a son of a voyager, were hunting a land, a dangerous stone castle that consumes the life essence of weary travelers, only appearing in the darkest time of the sky.
Bolarak: "What do you see my friend?" He said in a numbly voice.
Pantheon: "I see nothing but the wind and rain!"
Pantheon gazes into the trembling sea, but to no avail, there was no hope for guidance. The sky was gloomy for simple navigation.
Bolarak: "Blimey, we're lost! There's no direction, no stars to guide, we are stuck!"
Pantheom: "Steadfast! We will not stay in this for long! Something is here." He replied ferociously.
*Thunderstorm contentiously wages the boat sideways, the men were getting weaker every minute trying to hold back this ship from tipping over.*
The men complained that they needed to rest. But the 2nd of command declined..
Bolarak: "Crack your back and row your oars men! We will not get to Valhalla if we die in this crooked sea!"
Pantheon uses his flare and telescope in hopes of finding a rest in this dark storm.
Bolarak approaches and said, "The men are getting weaker, and our destination is far from our grasp."
Pantheon was steady, and he transferred the telescope to Bolarak, a mysterious figure was seen sprouting from a far.
Pantheon: "Ahh... We're here. Hand me my sword, Bolarak, it seems like we are not welcome to visit the grave today."
*The storm became quiet, and the men suddenly realizes something was wrong*
*A large monstrous serpentine appeared out of nowhere, it' s large teeth resembles greatly the fangs of the centipede.*
*It shrieked towards the men, alerting nearby monsters of their presence.*
*More serpentine creatures appearing, surrounding their vessel in a dominance threat style. The men were scared, so was Balarak the Brave. They have not seen the devil of the sea up this close before.*
Pantheon: "Death always follows... and so is life ahead."
