In the open Aebidean Sea a merchant cogship burned. Fire raged on the deck, enveloping everything in a brilliant orange glow. The dead were strewn about both in the murky water surrounding the once-proud ship and also hanging off the boat, acting now as fuel for the blaze. It was surreal how much damage one barrel of powder could cause. 

 

Aided by what was once a big piece of the hull, Galtus floated on the rocky waves as he passed in and out of consciousness. Dried claret covered his face along with open wounds. Somehow the inital blast had spared him.. but still pelted him with debris and thrown him off the ship. As the pride of his father's fleet slowly surrendered to the sea, his mind - when awake - moved to only conclusion he could see: sabotage..

 

In the wee hours of the morning he felt something on the side of his thin neck. It was cold, clammy. He stirred from his slumber and awoke to find a rowboat beside him and an elven sailor checking for vitals. He tried to speak but nothing came, tried to explain to the stranger. As the elf began to pull him from the water, the Kasnarian looked back to what remained of the "Ghendar's Arrow".. nothing more than a few bits of wood and the dead and bloated remnants of his crew. As soon as his back hit the floor of the rowboat he succumbed to the blackness again, passing out from pure exhaustion..

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Welcome to the site devoted to my Furcadian character Galtus. Feel free to whisper me in-game if you have any questions or just want RP. I'm currently looking for assassins and other dastardly types for an ongoing plot. If you are interested, let me know!