Breaking of the Black Fleet

The wind was stale and the sky was dark. As the fleet moved towards their destination. The rustle and bustle of the ships was at a norm. Some where fidgeting with the sails and double checking their knots. Others were cleaning the cannons to ensure they were ready at a moments notice. The smell of food being prepared wafts from below as Orik rises from below to start inspecting the ship. The sounds of his heavy boots and chainmail echo across the deck with his hammer *WayMaker* strapped at his side. His armor glistens ever so slightly as small bits of light strike clean surfaces. It seems his armor has seem some wear aside from his two shoulder plates which bear the Fist gripped hammer inlaid with a ring of lightning on the edges marking him as one of the *Thunder Guard*. As he performs his inspection, *(name redacted)* walks over to speak with him. A fiery Genasi with blazing read hair and dark red skin, with eyes that glow yellow with black pits in the middle. This Genasi carries no weapon that the eye can see amongst his leather armor. "*Orik how much longer do you think this journey will take?*" he asks as they round one of the corners where Orik stops to look at some splintering around one of railings near the cannons, probably caused by their engagement with a Goblin Vessel. "*I am not sure, working on the ship and keeping it repaired keeps me from paying mind to the day to day sailing. I'm not even sure how many days since we left Hullark.*" Orik mutters a few words under his breath and takes a plank of wood from a small satchel on his other hip. A fiery glow reaches out from beneath his palm and the plank in his hand melds with the railing, moving as though the flames themselves forged a new piece of wood into the old railings place.

*Asteria,* off to the side with her large silver wolf companion looks to the sky and says to the both of them: "*I think we will be there sooner than we wish."* She raises a hand pointing to the horizon, there along the edge of the visible world, as far as the eye could see: A fleet of ships. Everyone on the ships begin to take notice shortly after her comment, all of them start hearing the orders of the ship officers, as orders are barked over the crashing of the waves. From below more men come to the top deck and start dividing up tasks and start preparing themselves for what is to come. Also coming from below the other companions of the Gilded Rams. A Dark blue Teifling with spiraling horns and reasonably dressed coms from below with a casual look about his face. A Drow encased in a black cloak with a flash of his rapier's hilt breaking out from his hip. A massive goliath with hair and tattoos covering most of his body with very minimal leather wrappings and an incredible glowing Two - Handed Axe. A heavily armored woman of Assimar decent with an aura of light around her and a cape of very fine make. Arises and begins fixing her hair that looks, a bit disheveled. A Grisly looking Druid, eating a freshly cooked pigeon comes from below and unfortunately, not paying attention to his footing, falls face first into the deck of the ship.

As he recovers himself, they all face the horizon. Now being much closer the visage of ships without sails, yet they are still moving and turning towards their own fleet, begins to come into clear view. The ships look old and weathered as though they had been on the sea for thousands of years without proper repairs or maintenance. Across the decks of the ships walk husks of men and other creatures whos form has faded from being recognizable. Yet across all the ships, despite the varying sizes, shapes, and styles one thing is clear. None bear the same banner, albeit two or three here and there. They look as though the ships that this fleet sank during its time blockading Dol Ressan, have been used to add more numbers to the armada as a whole.

As the Black Fleet Approaches The Men and Women on the ships begin preparing for combat. As the ships get into battle formation, one ship begins to gain speed as the the other, smaller ships, begin to slow. This ship armed with many cannons begins charging the line of enemy vessels and opens up with a volleying fire from thirty plus cannons. The water around the larger vessel quake and splash as the rounds descend with ferocious might upon the closest black fleet ships. The crash and explosions of the rounds hitting the vessels echoes over the waters. The shear violence of the cannon fire vibrates through the Gilded Rams vessel. As the large ships dives into the fray with the main portion of the fleet, the Gilded Rams isolate and move in to board one of the vessels.

Radiant light launches from their ship as Orik Pinpoints larger targets on the vessel with divine energy. Several Bolts of an electric black energy begin streaking across the enemies ship as well as the Teifling lets loose a flood of fire from his Foci. Asteria standing tall with a leg wrapped around one of the ropes for the main mast, lets loose a hail of arrows pelting any target she can see. As the two ships collide side by side the sailors begin preparing planks to create walkways. Before they can be laid across the enemy's flank the Goliath charges with one of the grappling hooks, designed to pull the ship in close for boarding, jumps from his ship landing on the deck of the enemy vessel. As he hooks the grapple to the railing he turns to face the several creatures approaching. His axe burning bright with fire cuts through the foes before him before they can do much to repel him. As the rest of the strange monsters begin to rally, the planks hit their deck with a loud smack of wood against wood. Across them the Genasi charges. Jumping into the air his take both hands and unleashes a torrent of fire onto the unprepared enemy. A massive gorilla jumps in after him and begins smashing the bodies of the creatures and throwing them over the side into the unforgiving ocean. The Drow jumps across as though he were a deadly smoke creeping from the Gilded Ram's ship and begins cutting through his foes with a somber grace. The Assimar, with her sword and shield ready, takes up arms next to her barbarian companion, emitting an aura of light that seems to bolster her allies and fear her foes. As the enemies fall around the heroes the ship sways gently, almost calmly the ship rocks. As the crew looks around realizing that their battle may be over but the battle around them is raging and is not going in favor of their forces.

Their ships are getting surrounded by several black vessels with the strange monsters beginning to board slowly onto the rest of the ships. As the gilded Rams return to their vessel they move to enter the fray. Soon they realize however that the battle will not be theirs to win. As they look around and discuss what the plan is, the Genasi slowly rises the steps to the Captains perch. Slowly a heat begins to build from him, the water beneath the ship begins to boil. The party looks to him in shock and shields themselves from the heat he is emitting. Standing there a blur of an image from the waves of heat, he is touching the Dragon egg that was gifted to him from the Mother Dragon. With one hand touching the egg in front of the Genasi, the other hand slowly rises, a small ball of light emits from the tip of his finger. It grows larger and larger, emitting more light and heat as it does, some of the crew are going below deck in hope of not being burned away. The ball reaching a diameter of fifteen feet ceases to grow but the heat does not. After a moment there is a lighting strike right into the ball of fire, the egg Cracks with lines of energy emitting from the shell, the ball Ceases being a 3d object and turns into a massive hole.

Two claws grab the outside of the hole, the Genasi standing completely still with his eyes glowing red - orange. A head of a ruby red dragon emerges from the gateway and launches itself from the portal. Then another, and another, Dragons begin pouring from the gateway with deafening roars sending fireballs into the closest ships blasting them apart. they begin to circle outwards from the largest ship and the Gilded Rams vessel, destroying all the ships in their path. After a few moments things get quiet aside from the beating of their wings, the portal still open. One by one the dragons return through the portal. As the last one goes through a shockwave emits and the portal closes. When the party is able they quickly move to check on their friend, the Genasi, only to find him lying in the center of a black circle, where the wood was completely burnt, with a small red dragon no larger than an average humans forearm, curled up next to him asleep.

And from that day the Black Fleet, never set sail. Again.