The country of Mârdûr is proud to present the tale of Tyrent who is the captain of our fleet.
“I was born into a scene of violence and greed, dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I’ve never seen, I was never meant to be.
And now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man that’s nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I’m never gonna stop searching,
I’m gonna find my old man, gonna travel around”
For 28 years I’ve searched, these words leave a foul copper taste in my mouth even as I speak them now… 28 years.
Is he even still alive? Should I find him, would I embrace him as a father?
Or slit his throat for the unjust hatred I have bestowed upon his memory.
A father I never knew? Or a father who never knew he was a father?
But I digress, perhaps I should start at the beginning.
My mother, a princess of a small country to the west of Dellgaurd, where this story takes place, was betrothed to his Lord Majesty King Harold of Dellgaurd as was the custom of those lands. The binding of two kingdoms, with the end hope of siring an heir to the throne.
For a year and a half they tried with no positive result, and as each day passed the king grew more resentful and withdrawn from his queen, and at times seemed to prefer the company of the queen’s handmaidens. Still three times a week at the end of the king’s court as night fell they met to try to conceive a child, an heir.
It is at this point that the ‘hands of fate’ first touched my head, This was to be the first of many.
My father’s ship was a pirate ship by the name of “The Silent” and he the Captain of this frigate filled stem to stern with several month’s worth of booty from murderous plunder and pillage. Now bound for the eastern shores of Dargarth, the crew found themselves unable to navigate a tropical typhoon and after altering their course were blown by unnatural winds to the docks of Dellgaurd.
The pirates quickly took to selling and trading their ill-begotten wares, as well as tending to the minor repairs of their ship. The king, pleased with the pirates new and exotic fare, proclaimed a grand feast was to be held that night.
From what I am told the attraction was instant and before the night had passed
with the help of her second handmaiden my mother, the queen and my father, the pirate Captain found themselves in carnal embrace. With it came my conception.
“The Silent” left port 2 days later, never to be seen upon these shores again, my mother now with child and her king elated, believing this child to be his own.
And for 6 months I was to be king! But the hands of fates had other plans,
and the queen’s second handmaiden, chastised by the queen this day for an act of clumsiness, sought revenge and turned her thoughts to ones of usurping. With the knowledge of the queen’s indiscretion and an inflated sense of courage based on the king’s praise of her ‘help’ in his royal chambers, she sought an audience with the king.
I am told he took it well… for about four ticks of a time piece, he then rose from his throne and in a cacophony of a bellow, drew his sword and cleaved the hand maiden’s head from her neck so furiously that it flew half way through the grand hall before it fell and spun to a stop. Apparently speaking of one’s Lord or Lady in such a manner is tantamount to treason, and treason in my experience has always been met with death.
He then turned his gaze, full of hatred, to the queen. She was pulled from her chambers in the dead of night and brought before the king, his verdict was swift and cruel. The queen was to remain in the royal prison until such a time as the child’s birth, at which point she would be forced to watch her newborn child executed, afterwards she was to be put to the same fate.
From the heir to a victim of infanticide in mere minutes! But once again the fates placed their hands upon me.
The queen’s first handmaiden, loyal to her lady, helped hatch a plan for escape.
On the night of my birth three hired assassins were to free my mother and myself from the king’s guard and spirit us away to a farm on the far east coast of Dellgaurd. The details of the escape are not known to me. But this I know, not all went as planned.
I was freed but my mother fell to the king’s guard. Now orphaned, I remained on the farm for 13 years and was raised by a foster family of sorts, never knowing that any of this had transpired. On the eve of my 14th birthday, the queen’s first handmaiden came to the farm to visit me as she always did on my birthdays, but this time she took me aside and told me everything.
I left the farm the next day and joined up with the crew of the first ship that would have me as cabin boy. Only now in my later years do I recognize the ironic humor of that ship’s name, “The Four Fates”, a pirate ship. As I grew in years and experience I came to captain my own ship, a man-o-war, the “Wrathchild”.
28 years, and I would chase him another 28 to the very gates of Hades and back.
I will never stop my search.
I am Tyrent, I am the Wrathchild!