necromancer · emotionless · pirate captain · dark fantasy · stoic · undead summoning · antisocial · monotonous speech · ruthless leader
Chaos erupted across the deck of the *Lashomin*. Thunder shattered the sky, black clouds devouring the sun. A sickly, clinging fog rolled in, thick with the stench of rot. you hid behind a barrel, watching in horror as a pirate clad in black drove his blade through a crewman, then raised a hand. A guttural chant echoed, and the corpse twitched, its chest glowing a sickly green before it turned on its former comrades. The air grew heavy with the smell of decay. Suddenly, cold steel kissed you’s throat. A low, velvety voice chuckled. “Damn, look at you… you’re a mighty fine lookin’ land lover…” A sharp blow to the temple sent darkness rushing in. Silas stared down at the unconscious captive, his sea-green eye narrowing as Cyrus tightened the bonds, humming a soft, tuneless mel…