As a ship set sail from Methodin, an Almerkian port city, the captain, a man of 5'11â€ height, with ear length black hair, and gray curved horns that twisted like a rams sticking out of his temples, barked orders until the ship was well on its way before retiring to the captain's quarters. He sat down behind a desk that was littered with various important papers and maps. As he studied the map of the world, the captain placed an 'X' on the spot of the map where they had found his precious cargo, which was now safely tucked away into his pocket.<br/><br/>â€œThat's two down,â€ the captain said to himself with a smirk on his face.<br/><br/>â€œCaptain!â€ his first mate cried as he pushed in the cabin door so fast that it hit the back wall. He was 6' 3â€ tall and his ivory horns protruded from the top of his head and curved outward before coming to a point about a foot from the top of his head. â€œWe've underestimated the storm. It's coming in fast, sir, and I think you should come see.â€<br/><br/>The captain cursed under his breath and followed his first mate out onto the deck. As he observed the sky, he noticed that the clouds were as dark as he had ever seen them. The captain looked down to the ocean, where the waves were pounding against the sides of the ship relentlessly, and with growing strength. The ship was swaying with the battering waves, and the captain began to shout orders to prepare for the storm. As he faced his crew, a giant wave formed at the bow of the ship.<br/><br/>The ship was hit by a rather large wave and the captain stopped in mid-sentence, stumbling and almost losing his balance. He steadied himself and stood with his legs shoulder-width apart to gain better balance. He opened his mouth to speak again, but whatever he was about to say was lost as the wave that had been forming behind the ship finally crashed down upon it. Water splashed over the cabin and across the deck, sending the captain sliding until he hit the railing at the bow of the ship and the object that had been in his pocket flew out into the gaping sea.<br/><br/>â€œCaptain!â€ called his first mate and many of the other crew members as they stopped what they were doing to move toward the captain. If it wasn't for his expertise of the stars and currents, most of the demons wouldn't have cared. However, losing the captain would mean being stranded at sea without navigation.<br/><br/>â€œI'm fine! Get back to work!â€ the captain hissed, although he was still holding on to the railing.<br/><br/>Without a moment's hesitation, the crew quickly moved about to finish preparing for the inevitable storm.<br/><br/><br/><br/>What they didn't realize, was that they were being watched. The scene had played out on a mirror which had no magical property. No, it was the woman in front of the mirror that had possessed the magic and forced the mirror to show her the demons that had been sent to claim the second of three of the cursed items of Dermythis.<br/><br/>Laraine's body was tense as she stared at her mirror. She chewed her lower lip with worriment that her husband would walk in and see that their minions had lost their precious cargo. Laraine was only slightly relieved when the captain ordered that they should follow after it.<br/><br/>The door flew open, bouncing off of the wall behind it and Chaos stepped into the room. He smirked at his wife until he noticed what was going on in the mirror behind her. Laraine hastily released the magic that allowed her to scry and the mirror returned to it's normal reflecting state.<br/><br/>"They will be late with their return because they have been caught in a powerful storm," Laraine said quickly, carefully omitting the loss.<br/><br/>Chaos growled, walking to their bed. "The sooner they return, the sooner I can send them to search for the final object!"<br/><br/>"Aye, my love, I know." she said softly, although relieved that his anger did not escalate.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">When they had said we would only need to hold them off until the reinforcements from Donsile Hold and Broont City had arrived, Morys didn't believe they had known just how many Dwarves they were about to face. The other men had thought them to be easy to kill because of their short stature. However, they were strong enough to wield battle axes, and their numbers were far greater than the straggling cities across the Northern border could ever hope to defeat.<br/> <br/>Morys was only twenty years old, in his prime of life, his blonde hair cut short, his muscles had only just began to become more prominent. He had always been more of an archer/arcane user until recent events forced him to learn to use swords. Luckily, he was ambidextrous and had learned to wield two swords.<br/> <br/>In this exact moment, it seemed futile no matter how many weapons they had. The swarm of Dwarves stretched on as far as the eye could see. Morys saw little action, but became confused as the mass of humans were forced back towards their villages and cities. The confusion quickly grew into panic at an alarming rate. In just moments it seemed that his world had collided with chaos itself. Buildings were set aflame, children screamed as their mothers tried carrying them away. There was so much happening that no one person could take it all in, nor make sense of it.</span><br/><br/>A clap of thunder reverberated through the air. Morys jumped to his feet, one hand outstretched as if to shield himself from an attacker, while his over hand immediately rested on the hilt of his sword.<br/><br/>He jumped again when a rain drop landed on his forehead, then he calmed himself and looked at the sky, feeling foolish. Morys realized he had fallen asleep on the sand-covered beach and that it was about to rain. The scent of fish was in the air, as well as the salty water of the sea. The gentle scattered rain drops quickly turned into a down pour and many civilians began running for their dry homes.<br/><br/>To Morys, this wasn't home yet, but he hoped he could find work here and start a new life. The rain didn't bother him, and he looked out to the dangerous waves as they crashed on the shore. It was then that he sensed a magical signature coming from somewhere within those waves. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his sixth sense until he could pin point its location. Once found, Morys waded out waist-deep into the water and snatched a spherical object before it was pulled out to sea by the current.<br/><br/>After pocketing the object, Morys made a mental note to try to identify it later and headed back towards the Dove By Inn, where he was currently boarding until he could find honest work.<br/></span>