The travels of Jaggath Tharn.

[Stratigo]

Hmmm, well I guess I should make myself a preface here, seeing as I'm writing this story at long intervals. Most of the old folks here know Jaggath pretty well. He was the psychotic mercenary always saying something stupid or getting into some kind of trouble. Others may not know that he did, towards the end of the last incarnation of Sundren, join the church of Umberlee. This may come strange because he was also highly anti religion. His real reason to join the church of Umberlee was to find allies though, because he did manage to alienate most people and orginizations in Sundren. He also wanted into Xenephon's pants, but that's another story. Of course being the faithless jerk he was, the goddess he chose to serve in name was not all that happy at his choices. But he did embody her beleifs quite well. Random acts of mercy and destruction as well as being all out nuts. And sometimes the gods just decide to take a personal hand into the lives of mortals. (PS, I did not spell check this preface for I am lazy and bad spelling is funny, forgive my bad spelling and grammer. All other parts will be spell checked)
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Lightning flashed, winds blew. The storm was fierce. Jaggath stood upon a cliff facing the sea, the wind whipping around him. Water pelted his skin as he stood, naked, alone, and afraid.

Jaggath shuddered. The fear was unnatural. It squirmed in him, making his knees weak. He had not felt this afraid since everska.

Lightning struck behind him, making him jump. His hairs stood on end. No longer did he feel alone. He felt as if he was in the presence of a great, terrible presence.

"So you are the fool who proclaims to worship me!" A voice boomed as if thunder. It sounded cruel and feminine. "How dare you! You who has never set foot on a ship longer then you had to. You who follows the shadowy servants of other gods!"

Jaggath closed his eyes, fear choking his throat, cutting off any response. "I should wipe you from existence for such Presumption! You try and follow personal vendetta's in MY name!"

Then he was falling, plunging. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The impact of him hitting water drove the breath from his lungs. He flailed, trying to swim, but he sank like a stone. His lungs burned and black dots appeared before his eyes. He tried to breathe, but only got the salty tang of seawater in his throat.

"Perhaps I should spare you though. Hmmmm, what do you say? Should I see if you can redeem yourself in my eyes?"

Jaggath gurgled as he sank, trying to speak.

"No words? Well I guess I should just let you drown then." The voice laughed, and the laughter echoed throughout the sea. Jaggath struggled but knew it was to no avail. He was dead and doomed.

"No no, I think I will spare you. That is, if you can prove yourself to me. How about this? You shal take a ship out to sea for one hundred days. Learn all you can. If I am pleased, I'll spare you. if not, well I control the oceans."

The presence then faded, leaving Jaggath struggling. But he was still slipping, he opened his mouth one last time to find air to no avail. He gurgled his last, tasted the harsh saltwater on his mouth.

And then he awoke, drenched with sweat as if he had indeed just been in the sea.

[Stratigo]

Captain Huron looked the man up and down. Big bastard he was, armored head to toe. And scary as hell. Probably sink in the ocean, but he wasn't going to say no to the man. he'd probably get broken in half. "Well then, welcome aboard the Lady of the Depthssir Jaggath."

"Keep the sirs to yourself. The name's Jaggath, nothing more."

"Errr... right then. Now where is it you were heading?" the captain asked, weighing the purse of gold in his hands. It was quite heavy"

"No where, I'll become a crewman for the total of one year. "

"A crewman? Umm... I don't think it'd suite you. No offense."

"None taken, but that is what I want. And you won't have to pay me. In fact after the year's up, you'll get double the gold. Oh but one thing, you try and rob me I'll kill everyone on this boat." Jaggath said, smiling slightly.

The captain swallowed. "Well then welcome aboard." Damned crazy landlubbers.

[Stratigo]

The ship rocked again, almost throwing Jaggath off the mast. But he held on. It'd been two months since he had joined the ship and he had learned enough to keep his balance. Though he was probably still more of a hindrance to the crew then a help. But he was learning.

And he better learn fast if he was going to get through this one. The rain pelted the decks and the wind blew as a gale. The ship rocked like some giant picked it up and shook it. The captain was having a hell of a time even keeping to rudder straight, the wheel fighting against his grip.

Jaggath was one of several trying to bring down the sails. The storm came out of no where and with winds this strong the sails may rip away, or even tear the mast down, leaving the ship stranded out at sea. This was one thing Jaggath was good at at least. He was stronger then any three other men on the ship combined and his muscles rippled as he heaved the ropes.

Something gave way and the sails came down. A dozen men scrambled over it to secure it. Jaggath lost his footing and went down as the weight he was pulling against disappeared.

"OK lads, everyone not needed up here get below decks. Don't want to loose any of ya. Good sailors are hard to find!" The captain yelled over the wind.

Jaggath slowly scrambled to his feet and made his way to the doorway leading below. He was one of the last in, the movement of the ship forcing him to go slowly. But he did make it and pulled himself down the stairs.

Unbeknown to him, lightning flashed and the storm itself seemed to clear a little. In less then an hour it'd be gone completely. The sailors would thank Umberlee for their deliverance. They wouldn't know how true that was.