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Winter's Requiem
LazyFrogOfJustice19
Chapter 3: Dead Men Tell No Tales
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Dead Men Tell No Tales
Asha was wasted. The night was at its height as she laid inside the quarters of her ship "Black Wind". Her fleet and crew were outside likely doing the same thing… drinking, talking, fucking, whatever suited their needs of enjoyment that the sea could give them was theirs for the taking. Not a lot of women were in the crews of the three ships she commandeered at this time, but she knew that to some men in the ship, preferences never stopped there. The ale she drank was the last of their supplies for this small excursion. Her ship had been the biggest of the three, and with it came space for her own privacy.
The job was simple as said to her by her father, Balon Greyjoy. A small party of negotiations with her acting as the representative of the Greyjoy sigil. A small feat, a boring one if she was going to be honest with herself. Not much was put into motion as the Iron Throne still held the Iron Islands with a strong grip. Being Ironborn back in the old days meant something and while there were plans in motion to regain the glory days of the Kraken-folk back to Westeros, they still did not have the capability to completely overrule the influence of the land-dwellers.
As dizzy as she was thinking about all of this bullshit, she spat with as much poison in her saliva against such stupidity. She settled the bottle of ale to the floor as she tried to relax for a bit. Tomorrow she would arrive back to her father, and hopefully things would be far interesting there than the slog of nothing she was experiencing now.
The lantern inside her quarters creaked as the rusty iron holding it in place next to her door swayed slightly to the calm seas and waves outside. The wind was at its most simplest form and was treading the balance of neither a violent gust nor that of nothing at all. The speed of the sails under the breeze was at a good pace and to most sailors that were experienced, much like her, it meant that the seas were at its best to sail peacefully back to home.
Peace.
Her people were neither a truly peaceful breed of men nor were they total savages. They pillaged, raped, attacked, and ransacked those they deem rightful for their taking yet the Ironborn were not foolish to forsake those they leave at home back in their islands. They were people still, and while she did respect the leadership her father was exhibiting now, it left more to be desired for what she wanted for her people.
The Drowned Priests be damned. They were all flesh and blood. Humans. Neither did she believe the presence that they were made from the Drowned God's image nor that there was Seven Hells under seven cucks that people pray to sky. Praying to nothing at all.
She'd seen her fair share of the realities this world took hold. Gods and 'the power of belief" or 'faith' was a concept she laughed at continuously. Gods were not real, nor did they exist in the slightest. No fucking God put here where she is now. No divine intervention governed how her life worked. Least of all, if Gods do exist then why do people keep butchering each other through horrible means yet justice was not served in the slightest over the deaths of innocent men, women and children?
She believed of no hell nor of paradise where her ancestors will dine in the watery halls of the afterlife. There was only one life and luckily for her, she had the initiative to make use of her limited time.
A stupid belief she reckoned. She had respect of course over those who believed their own damned ways, much like her people over their obsession towards the Drowned God. However, since this was the culture that made them Ironborn in the first place, she held a sly thanks that it came that way to pave for the future they now live in.
The wooden walls of her ship creaked because of a rogue wave that hit, it felt like fate had thanked her to be considerate on one thing about faith and Gods. She made a small groan thinking about that shit. Normally, she never wanted thinking nor talking about this topic at all. She hated it.
She gently took the bottle of ale with her fingers and stared at it.
Maybe the reason she was thinking about it in the first place was because of the ale. No… cursing the ale was not in her laurels nor gut to do. She could go tell those non-existent cucks to go fuck themselves but the ale? Or a small serving of old good fashioned wine? That's where she drew the line. It was one of the last good things in this world that was real and made sense.
Her dirty fingers held the bottle gently as she tried to scrounge up what little liquid was left inside. A trickle, enough to satiate her taste until tomorrow when she arrives home. The small droplet splashed on her tongue as she tried to savor what little taste it held. She licked her lips clean as she put the bottle back to its original place.
She grumbled underneath her breath as the scent of ale overtook her senses.
Boredom surely did a number on her. She was thinking of things that were rare to her usual mindset. With her wasted mind, she began to look upward towards the ceiling of her quarters. A notch above the wooden beams which creaked slightly as the whole ship was. Her windows to her right were nothing of note as well with the horizon filled with nothing but clouds under the faint glow of the moon hiding behind them.
She may as well sleep soon but for some reason her senses told her not to. Maybe her body was not ready for rest yet. There was nothing worth worrying about anyway with these waters, she knew them like the back of her hand and even with the reports of strange and rampant weather patterns across Westeros, she knew that they would turn out okay given the current situation they were in.
It was an odd feeling drifting through these waters like a tamed beast. The usual rigorous waves were nowhere to be seen nor felt. Her mind started to think that something may have tamed the sea.
She narrowed her brow at that thought. Being superstitious was not her forte.
Her crew was for the most part, which is the main reason why the three ships under her command were semi-quiet. Everyone was a bit on edge with how calm the waters were. Some say it was a sign of something else entirely, but she shrugged it off as nothing but her crewmates fear over something that did not exist.
"Fucking God-Worshipping cunts making me think of them while I try to enjoy my ale." She grumbled to herself. She yawned as her short hair was spread across the makeshift pillow. It was not the most comfortable of things to lay her head on, but having been through with most of the daring shit in her life, even a rock was suitable to sleep on.
Yet she remained restless still. Even though she had emptied three bottles worth of ale, Asha felt restless. She did not know why but the boredom of not being able to sleep was eating her sanity away.
A cringe of her face manifested itself when a soft knock on the door of her quarters was heard.
She had bid her crew to never disturb her unless there was an emergency of sort or if something needed her attention, yet it felt unlikely that something was astray. It was peaceful. Far too peaceful.
"Captain? Can I come in?" a voice said.
Asha frowned with a groan as her drunk head finally bit her back when she tried to sit up from the small bed she had inside the ship. She placed a hand on her head to steady herself from falling back where she sat up and tried to slowly move her legs to slowly place them upon the wooden floors.
Almost half a minute later, she convinced herself that she was ready for anyone's appointment. She did not care for the disheveled hair on top of her head nor the heavy bags under her eyes.
Her mental state was in no shape to give out commands but she needed to present herself still, she could make it as an excuse later to give temporary control over her second in command.
"Captain?" the voice called out again.
"Come in." she said in reply as she waited for the door to open. The moment it did, she was greeted with the presence of one of their new recruits. A rather well-built fellow named Vahn. He was holding a small candle in his hands as he came in and his shoulder-length hair along with sea-green eyes were clear to see even with what little light both her lantern and his candle provided.
What made Asha curious was the fact that he looked spooked and he knew for a fact that most of her crew were the bravest of the bunch and only few dared to sail with her unless they had the balls to prove it. Some had to prove it with a bit of leeway and she knew that Vahn had knocked the teeth out of a few fellow crewmates to prove his point. To see him in such a state made her wonder what the hell was going on.
"What's with the face? You afraid of a little sea breeze Vahn?" she asked, trying to make a straight face as the man looked at her.
"No Captain, but there's a situation outside. The men need you out there." He replied, his tone serious and laced with a bit of fear.
"For what fucking reason? J-Just go get Wyllis to take command for me. I'm not in a position to think straight right now." she said as she gestured towards the bottles scattered in her quarters.
"Captain, it was Wyllis who sent me here. You really need to see this." He reiterated.
"I'm drunk for crying out loud. The crew doesn't need to see me tripping over my heels out there. Besides what the hell has gotten you all shivering in your boots cunt?" Asha replied as her voice was filled with annoyance and anger now.
"Captain, with all due respect I would not have come here if this didn't need your attention."
Asha shot up from her position to stand up. Her body swayed for a bit but luckily she found her balance. Vahn never moved in the slightest as she put her fiery gaze at him.
"Alright, humor me. What exactly needs my attention Vahn. Tell me or the next time you raise your voice against me, I get to cut off your balls."
Vahn remained where he stood as Asha waited for his reply.
"Captain. Look out the window and tell me what you see." Asha narrowed her eyes, thinking that this was some stupid trick humored his crewman and looked outside her window. She found nothing worth seeing as the sky was still filled with clouds with the moon hiding behind them with a faint glow.
"And I'm supposed to see what… exactly?"
"Captain. The sea… there are no waves as far as the eye can stretch." Vahn said as Asha looked again. She focused her vision on the window and true enough…
There were no waves to speak of. No breeze, no wind, nothing.
She knew by experience that the sea was always moving, always changing as tides and waves moved across land masses and islands as naturally done by the ways of how the world turned. This… this felt unnatural. It was impossible to even think that this would happen.
She had seen lakes and rivers that were calm and peaceful during short excursions in land.
Now… it seemed like the entirety of the sea surrounding them had turned just like that.
A shiver crept upon her spine even with the alcohol still in her system, it even got her senses to full capacity for some ungodly reason. For the sight was far too unnerving to contemplate. She tried blinking to see if this was the trick of her mind… but nothing.
The sea was as calm and unchanging as ever. It felt like they were in a massive bucket of water that would never move nor change in the slightest unless someone took hold of it.
Asha eventually felt the need to go outside as Vahn moved to his side to let his captain through. As soon as she opened the door, it was clear to everyone's senses that the entire landscape of water they were in was in this surreal state. She did not even feel the sweat of her skin glisten in the cold because there was no sea breeze present.
That was another unnatural sign. There was always wind at sea. Be it calm or strong there was always that natural sea breeze that cooled and flowed through her hair at any time of the year.
Standing where she was now upon the mast, seeing the entirety of her crew experience it much like her validated the strange and disturbing occurrence. A question began to form in her head as to what the hell was happening and was this even real?
She walked towards the middle of the ship were most of her men were, her second in command Wyllis was there leaning against the side of the ship. The lights to the other two vessels were clear to them as they also experienced the bizarre event.
"Wyllis… have you experienced something like this in the past?"
"Captain… I don't even know what to tell you. I've seen most of the world through these two eyes of mine but never once have I seen these waters as calm as they are right now." he replied as Asha looked up the sky. Murmurs from her crew started to form. Most of them hoping that this was not a sign from something supernatural. Asha beg to differ at that explanation as she did see that the sails were loose. There was no way for their ships to move through these waters, lest they row back home.
"Is it just me… or have those clouds not changed at all from the past hour?" one crew member said as Asha did just notice that the scenery of the sky… did not change at all, nor were the clouds moving.
"What the fuck is happening?" she said.
"UP AHEAD!" one person screamed.
Asha and her crew looked at the direction as to where the man had pointed his finger at. A few fearful murmurs were heard, when ahead of them just enough for everyone to see a bit clearly… was a figure. Asha tried to see clearly as to what everyone was looking at and what caught all of their attentions were the primary fact that the figure stood at least 8 feet tall and that it was standing atop the water.
It was standing at the surface of the water with no ripples surrounding it, no effect nor gravity pulling its weight under the depths… there was nothing. It was there looking at the three ships stranded amongst these placid waters.
"What the fuck is that?" Asha said, unbeknownst to her, she was already feeling a shiver on her spine much like how her crew reacted at that sight. They could all see it clearly. The figure had white, pale skin. The face was that of an unnatural Octopi combined with a squid as a regal crown-like structure was placed atop its head. Rows of Tentacles came from its head as its eyes glowed in a pale white glow. It's body was thin, it had two arms from its torso jutting out in an inhumane manner. The limbs were long as well as the fingers that extended into long pale digits. It was wearing something black as straps upon straps were placed in its chest. A cloak behind it shadowed the back of the figure as its long bizarre legs placed themselves upon the surface of the water.
They had not seen such a grotesque looking… thing. Whatever it was, it was standing completely still watching them as the crew members of the three ships felt the dread in their bones reaching significant levels. Asha could hear murmurs that it was the Drowned God himself. To her, she simply could not believe what her eyes were registering. It felt like this was a surreal dream, a dream that she wanted to wake up from.
Suddenly a loud smack came on the floor boards besides Asha, she nearly jumped in surprise at the sudden occurrence as they all saw a seemingly dead bird with its head cracked from the impact when it fell on their ship. The poor thing was covered in its own blood as Asha backed away.
"IT'S GONE!" one person screamed, and everyone diverted their attention toward where the figure once stood. It was gone completely and Asha felt another chill on her spine when another bird fell on the mast of the ship… and another, yet another…. Until the entirety of the three ships started to wail in panic as dead sea gulls started to rain from above.
Asha commanded her crew to use their shields to shelter them from the dead birds. Asha managed to get hers as the sounds around them were in a complete haze as multiple dead avians started to rain from the sky. Their blood and innards spewing out as some splashed on the sea surrounding them. Asha wanted to wake up. This was not real.
She was drunk. This was just a nightmare… just a nightmare.
Screams of panic started to fill her senses as the Ironborn were dismayed and scared from what was happening to them. Asha tried to hold it in as the chaos continued.
The structure holding the sails from up above her suddenly broke and Asha looked up to see what seemed to be a corpse about to crash on top of her. Vahn, who was near her pushed her away just in time as the corpse's face smashed on the wooden floor next to them. Blood erupted from the splat through droplets, some of them hitting her face as the crew of her ship saw the dead body.
"Captain! Are you alright?" he shouted. She managed a nod as they helped themselves to stand up. The moment they did, all of them realized that bodies were crashing upon the ship and the water right close to them. Rotting bodies of all kinds that smelled as well as broken down into indiscernible pieces.
"TAKE COVER!" she commanded as everyone did so for themselves. Splashes of water and blood filled their senses until… it was silence again. Asha opened her eyes to see what was going on. Bodies of dead people littered their ships. Blood was on her face. She was heaving for a breath when Wyllis flipped over the body next to him. He screamed in realization since it was the corpse of the Captain on the ship next to them.
"The Bilgewater! It's gone!" One crew member said as Asha saw that the ship to their left was nowhere to be seen… and the corpses that fell upon her ship…
Was from the crew that worked there.
But how? They were just there seconds ago! Why did they vanish and die like this? What was the reason for the dead birds? What was that figure? Why was she experiencing this?
She clutched her face as her sanity was losing itself as seconds continued to pass.
"CAPTAIN! We need your orders!" Wyllis said in panic as the crew was now in full-fledged fear.
Asha did not know what to think as she her gaze moved around her. What was this she asked.
Suddenly, things turned for the worst when a symphony of screams were heard from the ship to their right. Screams of dying men as Asha tried to stave the voices off.
"CAPTAIN!" Vahn screamed when Asha finally noticed what happened. The other ship was also gone. No traces were left. Only screams that lasted for about two seconds before they vanished completely. Asha's hands were shaking from pure, unadulterated fear.
"Where did they go?" a crew member said.
The sea once again surrounding them turned silent. The waters as calm as ever with the foreboding threat around them. Asha looked at her crew, they were desperate, scared, and above all else leaderless as there was no direction that made them brave this storm. No leader that was making sure their hearts remained strong.
She was useless at this situation. Far too useless.
One crew member moved to the side of the ship as order upon the vessel was gone. Screams of fear and unruly behavior started to form within the crew as some of them prayed and pleaded that they be spared from this horror. The crew member who moved to the side of the ship noticed what looked like a light source coming from the water as he stared in curiosity.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" a scream erupted as in sudden few seconds that man was grabbed by something from the water with all the strength to pull him under. Vahn watched and managed to grab the man's legs in time as held on to dear life.
"HELP ME!" he screamed as some of the other men helped him from pulling their crewmate up.
They groaned as they tried to put all their strength into it, only to be thrown back as a splash of water erupted from where they were. Asha watched as Vahn saw that the only thing left of the person he tried to save was half of his body. His intestines rolled off into his chest as the men screamed.
A person beside him, which was splashed by the water started to skitter and move around like a madman as his body started to itch rapidly.
"IT HURTS! OH GOD IT HURTS!" he screamed as he fell to the floor, the others watched as he tried to take his clothes off and saw the moment his chest was revealed that bumps and moving foreign bodies started to crawl inside his skin. He screamed further as some of the crew held him down.
"HEELLLL-GWUAAARRRGHHHH!" he started to vomit rapidly as they all stepped back. The vomit changed completely into blood as multiple vile creatures ranging from sea snakes, small serpentine fish, and crustaceans of various kinds violently started to emerge from his mouth alongside the blood. Wyllis called out to get light the things in fire as the man's stomach managed to burst open. Moray eels started to slither out of his chest cavity as more and more vile things started to come out from his body.
Asha watched in horror wordlessly as trauma started to take hold of her.
No words could describe what she was feeling exactly.
"Burn him! Burn him now!" Wyllis screamed as the convulsing man stood up with the embers being burned upon him. He screamed in pain before he ran to the water, pulling an unsuspecting victim with him. With a splash, the crew started to go wild due to the severity of the events. One person slashed his own neck with a knife to kill himself.
The ship was tearing itself apart and this time it was worsened again when multiple creatures of different kinds started to snatch, kill, and grab the crew to their deaths. Asha had her mouth agape when a man near her was dragged by a flying creature that bit his neck off, he died as he gurgled in his own blood. Wyllis, had a tentacle of something from the water pierce his abdomen and ruptured his heart as he was pulled into the depths with his blood remaining on the ship's surface.
Suddenly amidst the chaos Asha stood still, because the moment her eyes blinked… she saw the figure standing in the water earlier now in the middle of the ship, and it was staring directly at her.
Voices of incoherent kind started to creep its way into her head as it focused on her.
She was to collapse in fear when Vahn grabbed her arm to pull her back into her quarters.
"Captain! HIDE! You need to survive!" he screamed as he tried to ward off a couple of attackers with his dirk. Asha wordlessly moved towards the doorway of her cabin when a set of arms grabbed the top of Vahn's head. With a slow pull, Asha watched as Vahn's jaw was ripped slowly open from the strength of those arms as his blood sprayed on her face. Some of them landing on her tongue as she felt the saltiness and staleness of the iron within the blood. Half of his head remained as the screams were slowly getting smaller. It meant that most of her crew was dead and only a handful remained. The figure she saw earlier still had its eyes on her as she forcefully closed the door.
A tear dropped to her cheek as she began to cry. She latched the door to lock herself from her dying crew outside. It tore her to pieces listening their final screams before dying. Those men… those men that served under her with loyalty, trust, and respect for her leadership died as she did nothing inside this room.
She wanted to kill herself as she leaned her entire body weight on the door.
A soft cry manifested on her ire as she wanted to wake up.
She wanted to wake up so badly…
This was a dream. A nightmare that she can wake up from. She was sure of it.
She closed her eyes… and let the darkness take her as her soft wails carried themselves into the void. The voices in her head whispering before she lost consciousness…
.
..
…Asha violently opened her eyes. She sat up in panic as she felt her heart race like she was in a marathon. She looked around and saw that she was in her quarters. The ship moving around to the waves this time. Wind coming from her windows, and the full moon completely revealed as the clouds finally parted. She noticed quickly that she had a bottle in her other hand.
She sighed in relief as she realized what it was.
A dream. Just a dream.
She stood up from her bed, as she realized that she must have slept while she was drunk. She looked at the semi-empty bottle and threw it to the ground as she tried to discern reality again. The bottle spilled its contents on the floor as she tried to rid herself of the nightmare's aftermath.
It was not real she assured herself.
Not real.
She began to remind her own musings that this was just like her disdain for the supernatural and the Gods man believed in. There was no such thing. No such thing as that bullshit.
Her crew was outside. Waiting orders or sleeping while other maintained the sail on the journey home. She sighed once again as she stood up, her balance was back as she slowly walked towards the door. With a reassuring promise that it was only a nightmare, she took off the latch and walked outside.
Only to see that her entire crew lay motionless in front of her.
A chill ran down her as she noticed that the winds were blowing stronger this time and none of her crew were breathing. They were all dead.
Cautiously, she walked towards the middle of the ship and saw that this was the only vessel treading across the sea. She stood there paralyzed as the memories of her 'nightmare' came back to her.
NO, this isn't real… this isn't real… this isn't real… this isn't-
"Behind you." A deep voice said.
Asha froze the second she heard that voice and with a heavy heart she turned around.
Before this event even occurred, she never believed in superstitions, nor Gods of any kind. Yet seeing the grotesque figure in her dreams… right in front of her made her re-evaluate her own beliefs.
The tentacled… being stood there watching her closely.
Her heart stopped when it leaned closer at her, and in a bizarre twist of fate, the figure began to change shape. Probably the most surprising thing she witnessed all night, and it didn't include that 'nightmare' she experienced. A second later, the being she saw earlier was gone and in its place was a tall humanoid-looking man with three holes upon its blank face along with a certain set of odd clothes to wear. His fingers were long with four digits as it towered over her.
It made a saluting notion in a strange foreign way with exaggerated moves.
"Hallo mein Dame!"
The woman widened her eyes and completely fainted afterwards. She was about to land on the floor when the being caught her just in time.
"Scheisse! I didn't mean to do that. Nor was killing the crew part of my initial plan."
The being made a large sigh as he carried the woman in his arms. He looks up towards the moon in a longing fashion. As if he was lost in the vast expanse of this world.
"Oh mein Creator… your son misses you dearly. To find my way back… I need information about these lands." He looked at Asha directly. "Fortunately, I found this woman to be the best navigator to take me home."
He walked back to the quarters as he wished to take care of her once she wakes.
"Hmm… maybe Lord Tabula's form wasn't the best option after all."
He closed the door behind him as the ship moved aimlessly through the tide. It's fate unknown as Asha Greyjoy's flagship went missing from the map, herself and the crew included.
TO BE CONTINUED…
AN: Okay, let me explain what happened... so I do know that Tabula Smaragdina was an enthusiast of anything horror-related. So I took it into consideration that he would supposedly have a spell that would attack a sort of 'Fear' effect on opponents that would supposedly deal damage. What happened here is an AOE spell that induces a hallucination effect on targets within that zone. In game it would supposedly work as a small DPS spell that would weaken foes' HP through a small amount that doubles as seconds pass. Since it works differently in this setting, I made it so that most of the crew dies because they could not handle the intense horror psychologically and physically speaking. Asha survives only for a small minuscule moment since Pandora's Actor briefly dispels the spell to stop her from dying on spot.
And yes... I picked this moment to showcase Pandora's Actor to act as Tabula in order to make the Ironborn confused in seeing the Drowned God they worship. As for why P.A.'s here, I can't really say yet, would be a spoiler if I blatantly reveal it lol...
I hope you guys aren't bothered at this OC spell since I wanted to create a situation where people in Westeros (who do not experience Supernatural shit daily unlike the New World) to feel first hand what these new characters bring to the table of this world. As you can see there are catastrophic consequences and this will likely come to all of the others that arrive to Planetos as well. Even a small spell could perhaps bring such a large effect on this magic-rare world.
That's all from me for now so I hope you guys enjoyed it. Leave a review or PM like always if you have questions or clarifications you want answered. Suggestions are fine too. With that said, see you in the next update! :)
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