Prolog
I suppose the first thing I should do is introduce myself.
My name is Saberil Rahk T’gar. Captain Rahk T’gar to you; or it would have been a while ago.
Once I was Captain of the Chimera; one of the most honored warships in The Horde, and most feared by the Human Armada. How I got there is a long story, and one for another time, but suffice to say it is a long story.
My ship was often chosen for raids against Alliance coastal cities and fortifications, as well as assaults on the Murlocs and the other coastal races. We conducted these raids alone much of the time. I like to fight alone and my crew was the best of the best, every one a carving of honor and bravery from his soles to his topknot.
We never lost, never surrendered, and never turned back. We were the best.
After a couple years of some nasty skirmishes with the Humans, somebody with some brains and not half a good amount of cunning got ahold of some plans the Alliance had drawn up for a massive assault along the coast of Durotar. Their fleet was only a few days off when word got to us but we still got to ‘em before they could reach land.
I brought us in at the head of the fleet and we were the first ones to open up. We cut in and gave their flagship a broadside without even presenting a target. The battle lasted nearly an hour with both sides twisting through each other and firing. We took a beating, but gave them worse.
My ship was crippled toward the end, one of the last to sink. I was one of the lucky few who knew how to swim, but the fighting, though nearly over, was still going on. I was almost hit by a cannon round. It misses, but it was close enough to put me out of my senses.
That’s where my story starts… and who knows where it will end.
My name is Saberil Rahk T’gar. Captain Rahk T’gar to you; or it would have been a while ago.
Once I was Captain of the Chimera; one of the most honored warships in The Horde, and most feared by the Human Armada. How I got there is a long story, and one for another time, but suffice to say it is a long story.
My ship was often chosen for raids against Alliance coastal cities and fortifications, as well as assaults on the Murlocs and the other coastal races. We conducted these raids alone much of the time. I like to fight alone and my crew was the best of the best, every one a carving of honor and bravery from his soles to his topknot.
We never lost, never surrendered, and never turned back. We were the best.
After a couple years of some nasty skirmishes with the Humans, somebody with some brains and not half a good amount of cunning got ahold of some plans the Alliance had drawn up for a massive assault along the coast of Durotar. Their fleet was only a few days off when word got to us but we still got to ‘em before they could reach land.
I brought us in at the head of the fleet and we were the first ones to open up. We cut in and gave their flagship a broadside without even presenting a target. The battle lasted nearly an hour with both sides twisting through each other and firing. We took a beating, but gave them worse.
My ship was crippled toward the end, one of the last to sink. I was one of the lucky few who knew how to swim, but the fighting, though nearly over, was still going on. I was almost hit by a cannon round. It misses, but it was close enough to put me out of my senses.
That’s where my story starts… and who knows where it will end.