The sky was dark gray with clouds, streaks of lightening illuminated the dreary sky, as the ship made it’s journey from mainland out to the Feyerlun Island. Ship hands anxiously worked to keep the ship on its current path, instead of allowing the God’s to take it for their own and cast it about on the rocks of the shore. They knew, as foretold by the breaking line in the horizon, that landfall was due in an hour, and that their passengers would be off for the evening and that the next day they would be heading out across the sea again to their next stop - somewhere near the Gate. The captain, Russo, stood at the helm and watched over the inhabitants of his great ship, unfazed by the impending weather, nor the passengers that took refuge upon his ship. His grip on the helm tightened as the rain began to fall - his men’s focus gaining a renewed vigor as the deck started to glisten with water.
Among the ship’s passengers, who for the most part, were below deck, tending to their own business or to the need of the ships. For instance, Bak’Kar had found her way to the kitchen, and for the majority of the trip had remained there, finding what she could to cook a meal for the men above. Another passenger, Jashta, had seldom been seen since she joined the number on the ship. Having boarded alone and with little equipment to speak of, her outward personality put a lot of people off from her. She seemed to be a bit ungracious in the head, causing the rest of the crew and passengers to keep an eye on her whenever she was in the room, and breathe a sigh of relief when she was out of sight. Many hoped she would be among the first to depart the ship, and many hoped still that she was not one of the ones that would continue with them to Baldur’s Gate. It seemed fruitless for her to be with them, she was crazy, and they all knew it.
Captain Russo looked out upon his men an gave them the call to get into gear, land was in an hour, the rain would pick up before then. The men gave their normal affirmative call, and went back to work. Russo never wore a Captain’s Hat, nor did he wear anything more than what his crew normally did. He felt that there was nothing needed to denote him as Captain - people simply fall in place behind him.
“Taker her in, boys.”
“And with a swoop of my blade the dragon finally fell to it’s doom! High within upon the hills of the Kyut Forest! By my blade, and by my power, I have did what our God has asked of me! I have sent him to another plane and have become his True Chosen Son!”
The Ship had pulled up to harbor, and many of the riders were stepping out when the spectacle reached their ears. A strange man wearing a glistening golden armor was on his knees, his arms spread, as though he were preaching to the masses. The theatrics of the man were amusing, and could captivate even a crying baby - but there was more to it than that. Something about the man just oozed charisma, just oozed the ‘It Factor’.
“Me and my family, my friends, my followers, the Sons of the Feyerlun Emperor, now stand atop the mountain and praise the name of our Lord, who fell upon sword and blessed me, blessed us - with his blood!”
At that point everyone behind him that was aligned with the man, dropped to their knees and spread their arms - speaking in organized mumbles that seemed to be some type of prayer. As they continued, the man stood and addressed the crowd, particularly those who were departing the ship.
“From his flesh I was granting these scales, these almighty scales of our Emperor! With this armor, I am his faithful servant and those who are now behind me - are his faithful followers! We sit upon the cusp of greatness and those of you who do not believe, we harbor no ill-will towards. Instead, we open our arms to those of you who have been affected by the lack of a Godly presence of late. We offer unto you, a chance to join the Sons, and become something bigger than yourselves!”
His voice boomed out and raced through the ears and minds of those who heard him. The prayer behind him got louder, more intense, and it seemed that those who uttered it were under some sort of trance.
“Unlike those cretins who say that the God’s will once return to use, I give unto you a God that has not yet abandoned us in spirt and mind. I give unto you a God that is there and will always be there - unchained by the Apotheoses, and still thriving with all its unbridled power. You ask yourself, did he not just say he killed the Emperor Dragon? Is it not now wearing the flesh of the very one he says is always there! But I say unto you now, and I say this from the bottom of a bottomless heart! What he lacks in physical appearance, he makes up for - more than makes up for, in living through all of those who believe.”
His hands raised in the air, and the rest of the Sons rose to their feet. The man, their leader, Tiberius Salazar, bowed graciously, and made his way towards the outskirts of town.
Another man, who was in the crowd, gave out a small call. It sounded like the call of Fauna Peacock. This was deliberate, as those who had accepted the town’s call to find the Emperor Dragon, dead or alive - had been informed to listen out for that particular call while at the harbor. The same man, leash in hand, began heading towards a small warehouse on the harbor - accompanied by the Twin-Headed Dog at the end of the leash.
The harbor, itself, was quite large and outfitted with several places for boats and even more warehouses. Many people, most accustom to the way of living by an ocean, went on about their business, though mumbling about the Tiberius Spectacle they just witnessed. There were several shops, many selling varying types of sea creatures and vegetables, as well as clothing and jewelry. Wealthy types frequented the harbor for little trinkets, but they also attracted some of the unsavory types. The man with the twin headed dog, Vairoz, walked past many of these people and was greeted warmly - giving one final look back before entering the warehouse. Once inside, he snapped his fingers and it seemed to come alive - his magic causing candles to become aflame, and water to fill several goblets on a sizeable, round wooden table. It was there he waited.