Firestorm Fleet

One of the biggest scourges on the Korcinmir; the Firestorm fleet. It is a group of Genasi sailors who sail the sea not for trade or plunder or even an ideal like freedom. They sail to put those in power in their place, lest the calamity of Ithafa repeat itself. "*There's much honorable battle to be done on the high seas, kid. We of the Brudewer trading companies will do anything to protect our goods. But if you see a ship sailing under a flag set ablaze on the horizon you better turn and hope the winds take you to safety, or the firestorm will claim yer soul." - Captain Jan of the Holy Beaver.*

## Origins

The Genasi come in many shapes and forms, all related to the elements and weather Numans that created them. From the five main types, many genasi of mixed heritage have arisen over the generations. Steam, snow, you name it. There are some who are known as firestorm genasi, who's unbridled destructive power is deemed too dangerous and who invoke too painful of a memory to the destruction of Ithafa. Therefore, they are all banished. Some go live in peace in Suranagara, some flea into the wilds of Myawat, but many take sail. Still burdened with the mistakes of their ancestors, they still have the inner drive to redeem themselves, banished or not. So they hitch a ride or steal ships from the haunted cities on the coast and carve a path of destruction through the Korcinmir, attacking any would be rising empire in an effort to 'save' them from the same fate that Ithafa suffered.

## Activity

Since there are not many firestorm Genasi, fleet is usually an overstatement. At their peak, there sailed half a dozen ships under the burning flag. Currently there are only three. One man of war, the flag ship called Vusala's revenge, and two smaller ships at its side. They go from island to island, often in disguise to gather information on who is gaining power. Once they have a target, they will attack any ship sailing under that flag at will, leaving no survivors. Currently, their main target are ships sailing under the Brudewer or Eduvia. Ships from Akkabad are largely left alone, and their Northern archipelago is a safe haven for the fleet. Once they spot a target, the Firestorm sets their flags alight and chases after their target, hurling fire and lightning at them at a great distance. Though Brudewer and Eduvia are the main targets, any ships are a potential target if the fleet hasn't fought for a while. At the moment they always sail together.

## Our burned sons

The following is a common song sung on ships. It serves as a reminder to always be wary of danger in the Korcinmir, and to remember the dead. It can be used very much generally as a metaphor of sorts for the burning gunpowder and explosive power of cannons, but its origins lie in a song about the firestorm fleet. Those who have sailed the Korcinmir are bound to know someone who perished to the firestorm. It is often sung under threat, as if the crew can make it through the threat of the Firestorm (albeit just in the song), they can survive any danger.

*Beware, beware, the flag of flame - It matters not if they know thy name. - In their path be burning wrath. - And all who see it die the same.*

*As lightning streaks across the sky - we haul the ropes, by and by, -* *As boom and blast destroys our mast - On the ocean floor our comrades lie.*

*It crackles and creaks, - hull filled with leaks, - Run we must, - our death it seeks.*

*So row row row away, the fire's on our heals. With fires roaring and lightning crackling, we'll be the fishes meals.*

*So row row row away, the lightning's on our back, with fires roaring and lightning crackling, there's no time to slack.*

*There's no parlay, no white flag - So work harder now ye scallywag, - or we'll be all be dragged below, now is not the time to brag*

*For ages it has scourged the sea,- the firestorm that kills the free,- who sail upon the Korcinmir,- 'destroy them all' is their decree*

*It's coming in, it's closing near, - the entire crew is up in fear, - the winds are against us, no turning back,* - *'hold on me lads' to all you hold dear'*

*So row row row away, the fire's on our heals. With fires roaring and lightning crackling, we'll be the fishes meals.*

*So row row row away, the lightning's on our back,-- with fires roaring and lightning crackling, there's no time to slack.*

*Attack attack, nay hold yer guns,- he who lives is he who runs,- remember those who died before,- our shocked brothers and our burned sons*

*The flame draws near, but see the sky, their plans may yet be turned awry, tell this epic tale we must, 'let's go!' I hear the captain cry*

*The winds are turning we'll make away, thank the gods, this lucky day, - through blessing and through our hard work, - live another while we may*

*So row row row away, the fire's on our heals. With fires roaring and lightning crackling, we'll be the fishes meals.*

*So row row row away, the lightning's on our back, - with fires roaring and lightning crackling, there's no time to slack.*

*But don't forget those who came before, burned and sunk to the ocean floor*

*Beware, beware, the flag of flame, let us not die the same*