Ahoy there, me mates! After losin’ me crew in those cursed waters off the coast of the Frozen Waste, I thought I’d seen the worst o’ the sea. Little did I know, the true horror awaited me under the ice.
It started innocent enough, seekin’ shelter from a storm in what looked like a safe cove. How wrong I was. As the tempests died, the silence that followed chilled me more than the bitin’ cold. Then, they appeared, those twisted creatures risin’ from the depths.
They slithered onto the frozen shore, arms endin’ in razor sharp icicles. Their voices, haunted moans carried on the wind, beggin’ fer mercy. Mercy, indeed! I showed none, cleavin’ through their ranks, Grindtooth roarin’ with vengeance.
At last, I faced their queen, a colossal beast, encased entirely in blue crystal. She howled, demandin’ surrender, threatenin’ to shatter the world itself. Well, she didn’t count on ol’ Darla the Bold. I laughed in her face, swung me axe, and sent her plummetin’ back to Davy Jones’ locker.
>Soulkyn