Harrison

The Undead Pirate Captain

Harrison grew up a wealthy young dragon, living by the sea's edge, he often observed his father test great watercraft out in the bay. As he grew olfer though, he discovered that having everything done for him was not his way of life and turned at first to troublemaking that quickly became a life of theft and cojoling. He was a sly, silver tongued wooer, capable of winning over the heart of even the most hardened mistress. He's left many well-to-do ladies and gents broken hearted as well as out of cash with his smooth words and gentle touch. He became a well known pirate in the area, but still, none could catch him. He quickly gained ownership of a grand watercraft, and became one of the greatest captians Sorienth had ever seen. None could match his finesse and skill behind the wheel, as well as behind his sword. He could not only spar with his sword, but his real skill lie in his snout. He could unarm even the greatest of swordsmen. His grand adventure came to a grave end when his lover, a quiet, calculated mistress turned assassin, took the job to free the bay of the suave pirate captian. Reluctantly she did the deed, but not without first having consulted a dark spellcaster. This necromancer, by the name of Umbra, gave Lizzote an enchanted charm. While enjoying one last night together, Lizzote whispered the encantation into his ear, then kissed him softly as her dagger ran him through. The great pirate gasped sharply and laid dying at the hands of his lover. She fled shortly after to claim her bounty, then returned a day later to his quarters on the ship where she had betrayed him. She set the ship asail, watching as the mists of a rising storm swallowed the great hull. Through the night an annatural storm raged on, the necromancer's spell taking hold on the dead captian as he rose, taking hold of the wheel and steering his great ship through the maelstrom. His crew, now possesed with the ghostly mist that spewed from this storm, manned their positions loyally, awaiting his command. He turned back towards the bay, steering the storm with him as the waves rolled him towards land. He docked his ship as the mist rolled from between the boards of his ship onto the dock, other dragons cowering away as the rain beat down and lightning struck. He dropped down on the dock with a loud thud, his haunted crew right behind him as he strode towards the main street. Lizzote, still weeping over her deed, heard a horrid scream and looked out her window at the unnatural mist wafting in the air. She donned her garb and raced outside, only to come face to face with her pirate lover, now a captian of an undead crew and a ruler of the Hallowed Mists. He chuckled deeply and gave a toothy grin to his assassin mistress and purred. "What a turn of fate my dear, it would appear that death looks good on me."