Cap’n Grog-Sothoth
Scourge of the Soulless Seas
Cap’n Grog Sothoth is the accursed pirate cap’n of the Flying Tallyman. Hailing from the Soulless Seas of Ghyran, he has set his sights on the treasure of Karak Gorlm in The Glimmering Archipelago of Chamon.
Smitty Cystongue twisted and turned and cried out in his sleep. His dreams were haunted by visions of something horrible lurking at the edges of reality, clawing at his sanity. It bore likeness to his old Captain Grog, but he knew it was something new. It called itself the dread pirate Captain Grog-Sothoth. Returned from the realm of the dark gods of chaos, it called to Smitty. He awoke feverish and sweating, his boils pulsing and irritated, with one last lingering image burned into his mind.
The next night, he had the same horrible dream, that his once great Cap’n had been transformed by the chaos realm into some gnarled horror. He saw the Cap’n at the edge of his vision, twisted and scuttling. He followed the fleeting glimpses deep into the night, stumbling in bare feet.
When he awoke, he was lying in a tidepool caked in mud. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and choked up foetid seawater. When he was finally able to take in his surroundings, he found that he was in a coastal cave filled with gnawed bones and piles of corroded coins and valuables. As he scanned the mold spattered cave walls, his eyes settled upon a miserable creature huddled into a hole in the wall.
“What have they done to ye’ Cap’n?” Smitty murmured, half to himself. It said nothing in reply, but rose squirming from its hole, tentacles outstretched. It raised a cutlass in one arm, and pistols in its other three. A tentacle squirmed from underneath the its tattered greatcoat and, while Smitty stood transfixed, pressed itself into Smitty’s forehead. Suddenly, he could feel the creature’s will. It was no horror, it was the same noble Cap’n that he knew afore; the same Ca’n Grog that he would’ve followed to the realm’s edge! Smitty’s heart swelled and his soul was lifted. He had found his Cap’n and was ready to adventure once again!
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Xandur Ventamillio The Skullkeeper – Opener of Rifts, the Bearer of Chaos
Once one of nine high scholars of the Ventemente Mageocracy in Hysh. He spent most of his life researching into the symbols and meanings of ancient runes from the age of chaos. His main focus was upon the many skulls found in sacrificial pits and temples, etchings on foreheads that were thought to have higher meaning that were lost to time. His findings told of great portents but he was mocked and ridiculed for his strange obsessions with such occult matters.
When a tide of chaos raiders attacked the city, he was denounced as a cursed scholar and having brought doom to their esteemed city. His fellow scholars betrayed him, hoping to oust him from the council and exile him from the city. Their screams echoed the halls of the citadel chambers as he used ancient blood rituals to tear their skulls from their writhing bodies. He had mastered the skull runes and with this, he could control a rift into the chaos realm by the skulls he bore. His journey eventually led him into the ranks of Lord Aichmos, bearing the banner of the blood secrator and bringing the swirling madness of the chaos realm wherever his fetish skulls followed.
Lash the Stampede – Caller of the Brass Meteor
The creature known only as Lash the stampede is a strange one. He did not find his way into the ranks of the Bloodtide by martial prowess, but by his ability to inspire. A once slave arena master, he was cruel as he was ugly. A bestial fanged maw bellowed out orders while the traumatic crack of his whips sent hordes of slaves into a bloodthirsty frenzy. As if whipped into a trance by his suicidal commands and the dolorous sting of his barbed whips. He turned hundreds maybe thousands of otherwise craven slaves into an frenzied stampede of flesh and blades.
Seeing his potential, Kron Goretooth enlisted his help into the army of the Bloodtide, now using his whips to send already savage warriors into relentless killing machines. They rush the enemy with reckless abandon, his cracking whips singing in the distance urging them on to ever more bloodshed.
Gorechain the Undying – The Bloodstorm
Unknown where he came from or his purpose, this being lives only for slaughter. He has massacred armies by the thousands, rending through flesh and bone as if a farmer’s scythe through a field of grass. He speaks no words and is seen as a menace by many that would call him ally. The only sounds that he makes are guttural noises and malicious laughter when he is deepest in the enemy lines and surrounded by screaming bodies.