The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
You approach Freddy leaning against the blackened tree. One of his knee is bent towards the sky supporting the mandolin. He finishes playing "My Sister, My Love" and looks up to you.
“You know that’s my favorite song,” you comment.
“Ever since we were kids, yes,” Freddy replies finishing the final notes on the mandolin.
As soon as his music stops, a deep rumbling echoes from within the tree’s center. The earth begins shaking, dropping several members of the crew to the grass. Suddenly, the ground splits open and multiple roots slither through like tentacles from the Kraken herself. Caught unaware, you witness a couple of the crew dragged below ground.
The ominous creak from a bark-covered tentacle curls itself around your ankle. Instinctively, you fire your pistol. Splinters explode from the tendril, but it remains fixed around your ankle. You holster the flintlock and recite the incantation exactly how Victoria taught you. Flames appear at your hands, which you quickly wrap around the tentacle. It recoils at the fire, and dives back below ground.
Across the field, you see Victoria and Procter have already put into effect your keenly discovered technique. Flames project from both of their hands firing on close tendrils. Procter even takes it upon himself to fire at the tree itself. His blast craters a deep impact into the trunk of the blackened tree. Upon impact, a ragged deep whine echoes from within the trunk. The noise sounds like a whale call, only much lower pitched and resounding. The earthquakes increase knocking everyone, including you, to the ground.
The tree begins to grow in size lengthening towards the sky. The ground erupts as more bark tendrils fly out pushing the tree upwards as if arms. You rise from the ground and look around. The peaceful field has turned into a chaotic frenzy. The neatly trimmed grass is now scarred by fire and the eruption of the roots.
“You know that’s my favorite song,” you comment.
“Ever since we were kids, yes,” Freddy replies finishing the final notes on the mandolin.
As soon as his music stops, a deep rumbling echoes from within the tree’s center. The earth begins shaking, dropping several members of the crew to the grass. Suddenly, the ground splits open and multiple roots slither through like tentacles from the Kraken herself. Caught unaware, you witness a couple of the crew dragged below ground.
The ominous creak from a bark-covered tentacle curls itself around your ankle. Instinctively, you fire your pistol. Splinters explode from the tendril, but it remains fixed around your ankle. You holster the flintlock and recite the incantation exactly how Victoria taught you. Flames appear at your hands, which you quickly wrap around the tentacle. It recoils at the fire, and dives back below ground.
Across the field, you see Victoria and Procter have already put into effect your keenly discovered technique. Flames project from both of their hands firing on close tendrils. Procter even takes it upon himself to fire at the tree itself. His blast craters a deep impact into the trunk of the blackened tree. Upon impact, a ragged deep whine echoes from within the trunk. The noise sounds like a whale call, only much lower pitched and resounding. The earthquakes increase knocking everyone, including you, to the ground.
The tree begins to grow in size lengthening towards the sky. The ground erupts as more bark tendrils fly out pushing the tree upwards as if arms. You rise from the ground and look around. The peaceful field has turned into a chaotic frenzy. The neatly trimmed grass is now scarred by fire and the eruption of the roots.