Voidtember 2019

Day III: Summoner

Being a pirate captain, Korraeth encountered many things. Some didn’t bother him, others made his skin crawl. This is the story of one which made his skin crawl.

T'was one of the stormier nights and the Trans-cendant had weighed anchor on one of the beaches of Drustvar. Korraeth had been warned by his First Mate, Gilbert, that there were witches in this region. However, the pirates had little choice but to dock on the beach, lest they be washed out to sea and swallowed by the swell.

It didn’t help them very much that they were running out of supplies, too. Their only option to restock was to hunt and forage themselves, and so a decision was taken that they’d head into the wilds and try to find something to eat and water to drink.

T'was a bad decision of theirs.

During their escapade, the pirates hunted many deer, along with a few wolves and several tortoises. On their way back to the ship with the haul, Korraeth picked up on something.

“Someone’s here.” He muttered, “Someone’s here and they’re using magic and I don’t like it.”
“And? Maybe it's an Alliance. We can just knock ‘em out and rob them.” Replied Timothy.
“No. This feels much worse than just arcane magic. I have a very bad feeling about it.” Korraeth thought for a moment, then he continued, “Lionheart, you and the crew will go back to the Trans-cendant. I will take Misty and see what’s going on.”
“Are ye sure?” Said Gilbert.
“Entirely.”
The burly Kul Tiran nodded, glancing away for a moment before looking at the blood elf in concern, “Aye aye, Cap'n. If ye need us, just call out, aye?”
“Aye. I will. Now go. Get our haul to the ship and start salting it. I shouldn’t be long, anyways.”

And with that, everyone left.

Once he knew his crew were long gone, Korraeth gestured to Misty to follow and headed towards where he felt the magic coming from. When he got there, he saw Void Elves, chanting in an occult language. From what he could tell about the void magic they were using, he had a feeling they were summoning something.

“Summoners...” He spoke under his breath, “I should’ve realised they'd be here, in Drustvar, of all places.”
Misty only snuffled in response.
“They are a threat to the crew and likely the Horde, though. Not to mention, they have water and wine and food, as well as plenty of valuables, I imagine. Hm...” Both feeling a sense of distaste to the void elves' actions and having a brilliant idea, Korraeth gave a wry smile, “Looks like I'm going to dirty my shirt with the blood of these Ren’dorei. So be it, then.”

Korraeth jumped out of the bushes, saber in tow and charged at one of the Elves. His target turned to face him, only to get a dagger in the throat. Another void elf began channelling a spell only to get dragged off by Misty. The pirate captain fired a pyroblast at one of the summoners targeting the cat, then summoned a meteorite where several of the Ren’dorei warlocks stood.

There was a bloodbath, and by the end of it, though they didn’t go unscathed, Korraeth and Misty were the victors. The blood elf looted as much as he could pack into both Misty’s saddlebags and his own pack which hung on his hip, then hopped on his mana saber’s back and flew off to reunite with his crew aboard their ship and recount the tale to them over wine and rum and venison.

The End