ACT II: WHAT WE MAKE OF OURSELVES

Scene I: Port of Nassau - DAY

There was a great fog that permeated throughout the open sea. Anything of worth was masked behind the dense condensation of water vapor in the air. Ordinarily this would have raised great concern for the Seamasters and fellow seafarers. Battle at sea was already immensely difficult. With fog added to the mix it became near impossible. However this was one of the rare times fog was welcomed. As it was part of the Crown Prince's plan. For days, he tasked ships with warriors that wielded fire and ice to sail ahead and create the thick haze they now found themselves enveloped in. The twin Storm Lords would have no way of knowing what their moves would be, behind the ever growing mist the Crown Prince and his allies were free to do as they pleased. The Seamasters were impressed by his cunning and sought to capitalize on it as things unfolded.

SEAMASTER 2:

All is ready Crown Prince, we await your orders.

THE CROWN PRINCE:

Sound the horns.

The Crown Prince sat upon the steps of his battleship as he listened to the return call of his royal vessel with the fierce Typhon and Sword Saint onboard. They would go, forty ships strong to the north and wage battle worthy of their titles. A Seamaster at the helm of the fleet, fierce Typhon would be regarded as the great beast of the north. His merciless and mighty efforts would be enough to smash through the northern blockade and reach the shore. They would sing the triumphs of the Prince of Larsa for years to come. The great Sword Saint along with his famed blade would successfully land in Grillir and swiftly dispatch any in his path as he and his men made their way to Kattegat. His skill and mastery of the way of Enki grew with each man he cut down.

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Silence returned to the sea.

THE CROWN PRINCE:

Sound the horns again.

Soon again horns responded in kind. This time led by another of the Seamasters, fifteen ships including Sweet Nykolas made their way to Thero's Rest. The Crown Prince was guilt stricken, sending so many to their deaths. The path ahead for them was not easy, but they would not fail. Sweet Nykolas along with the Seamaster and only five of the fifteen ships would make it to the mainland. The Floral Lord, with a mere four thousand, seized Kattegat in a single day. Securing Princess Freyja, King Ragnar and those who were held captive. His valiant efforts highly praised by the princess, truly the greatest blade of the Crown Prince did not fail his master.

THE CROWN PRINCE:

Once more.

And as commanded the horns rang out in deafening fashion signaling the remaining vessels that would head south. Captained by the last Seamaster and spearheaded by the Crown Prince himself, they sailed into the terrible storm that gathered in the distance. This fleet of ships would comprise the most experienced seafarers and the Crown Prince's personal army. For their task ahead would require the most experience. Of all the Stygian lords set forth in their great quest. It would be the Crown Prince whose name would be etched, alongside the Destined One and their father. What awaited him was an ocean's worth of carnage, enough to drown an entire realm. In the madness that would ensue, he would rise above everything to claim victory. The fourth Storm Lord would sail into war.

ACT II: END

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