>>5964705‘’I was just a boy like ye when I signed on to fight with my brothers’’ he began and you might have bristled at the remark if his voice had not been raw with old pain. ‘’I buried one at Rook’s rest and three here’’ he continued gesturing up the hills.
‘’A battle like the one that ended the Crab king is a harder thing still to witness, every man had been drunk on victory and we sailed for home, not even the best of his lords captains had set a watch for sails and the King himself had set to feasting in his hall, when the Corsairs set upon us he barely noticed until the first borders had set the <span class="mu-i">Tyrant</span> aflame.’’ his voice had cracked at the last, living memory seizing at his throat with the telling.
<span class="mu-s">The end of the Crab king was nigh</span>
>The old man had last seen the Crab King in the hall, alone, tall & proud against half a hundred men, and wounded nearly as many times by blade, bow and shaft. The man’s survival had been a thing of chance, knocked from the deck by a stray blow. [haughty]>The old man had been atop deck amidst the worst of the carnage with the second son, the fire had been strange & fey, no water seemed to douse it and even steel caught at its touch, in the end his flight had been a craven thing brought on by the death of lord & heir with the fire closing in. [Cynic]>The man had been in the last holdout, a desperate last stand deep in the bowels of the ship, protecting his lord's family. It had been the cracking of the hull that had brought an end to the petty siege and the man’s survival was nothing short of a miracle. [Taciturn][5/5]
