A Storm is Brewing

[Krasnapolka]

♫Thunderstorm♫

The young sailor half drenched in salty water frantically holds onto the rope. The fibers burn harshly into his hands as the wind tries to forcibly pull the rope out of them. A great dark storm thunders around the ship. Three other men are with him to keep this side secure, hopefully saving the sail. The only thing they have left that could bring them to shore. The waves are smashing against the hull of their ship, making it sway dangerously. The cargo does not matter right now, not if the men won’t survive to see land.
 

“HOLD ON LADS!”

The captain yells. A horrible wooden release is heard. The mast may not hold for long.
 

“LIGHTHOUSE AHEAD!”

There in the distance! The light!

A rope snaps!

The other side! Two men who still held on are lifted and thrown about into the sea, another is violently whipped across the face. Dead in an instant. That side of the sail starts to flap with the terrible winds. Causing great instability on those that still try to hold on. The young sailor is getting tired, his arms may give. Another snap! Not a whole rope but it is becoming more difficult to hold. “Captain! We can’t hold on!” A mate cries. “It will give!” another. “We need to—!” Waves suddenly smash into the ship. Causing the mast to crack and snap off. Those that still held onto the ropes are lifted with the winds.

The young sailor had let go, instead now clutching the remains of a fence attached to the body of the ship. Bracing himself for another impact. A new wave crashes, taking with it another man. A great low unrecognisable bellow is heard coming from the sea and sky, causing terror in the men. The young sailor looks up and sees a giant dark silhouette between the lighting.
 

“YAM FORGIVE US!”

The men cry. “CLIFFS!” one suddenly calls out. There were no cliffs before! Where they closer to land?!
 

“BRACE YOURSELF!”

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At the lighthouse, the alarm bell has been rung. One man had witnessed this all. A servant appears by his side. “Send watchers to the beaches!” He runs down the stairs, “Alert all the docks!” More servants appear listening to his orders as he exits the lighthouse. “One ship just crashed underneath us! Two are still in troubled waters west side!” Waves slam against the Carthaginian wall in a way that startles them all. “We need help here,” the man continues his eyes scanning the seas. “Possible wounded and dead—” His gaze suddenly goes to the top of the lighthouse.
 

A hazy silhouette stands by the fire. Causing the hairs on his neck to stand.

 

A Storm is Brewing

 

OOC

Original Thread = https://og.myth-weavers.com/showthread.php?t=513272

Continuing where we left off

 

[Krasnapolka]

Rishon, 26th of Cheshvan , AM 3349

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Kroisos smiles sheepishly , the edge of an apology on his expression. (Phoenician)“I understand, boss. It won’t happen again.”(/Phoenician) As you rose, he understands that the reprimand is mostly over. So he takes another bite and sip.

You think on the two places and what you know of them.

The temple of Yam, the great lighthouse of Carthage . A place necessary for the seafaring focus of city, though some would rather not have the terrifying Yam as a god openly worshiped. Yam, also know by his epithet Judge Nahar, holds iron dominion over the sea, the many waterways and is in frequent conflict with his rival; Baal, the weather god and now king of gods. Yam was once considered the favoured candidate for that position by the father of gods, El. The story of how he did not come to be such is long and difficult, but safe to say the bad blood remained between the two gods. With the mortals and your kind falling in the middle. So naturally this become a problem for those traveling over the waters. The priesthood of Yam is elusive, keeping to their duties and interests near the waters. But even so, they are not to be trifled with or insecure about their position. After all, Carthage needs the sea no matter what those of Baal say. Many of the other priesthoods begrudgingly
understand this.

You know there are five primary priests that tend to this temple, within their number the current head priest named Mashash. An older firm man— likely once a seafarer himself— you only glimpsed briefly at one of the festivals but hasn’t been seen publicly in a while. You would not be surprised if there are more of Yam’s clergy scattered around the city tending to minor shrines. On that note, you don’t yet know every vampire by name that reside and work in the city, nor if any of them claim this temple of Yam. However, by the god’s nature and his dominion of the dark abyss of the sea, you feel that Lasombra would be drawn to him. Either for small prayer or outright worship.

The bar itself is not associated with the temple. However, it is frequented by those that feel they need to pay respect to Yam. Sailors, ship captains, mercenaries, merchants and anyone else that need traverse the deep waters. Like any tavern popular with seamen; the crowd can be rowdy, the waitresses can be loose or harassed and part of the clientele is foreign. The last can make it a useful place to visit if you want try your hand at gaining information regarding the happenings outside of Carthage. However this group also makes it more likely a fight breaks out between them and the locals or each other. Beyond this you don’t know if the bar actually engages in illegal to dark activities. But you are sure people gamble in there.

There is some sense why Kroisos decided to visit this place, still, it’s a place he should have visited with some backup. A scrawny boy like him can get easily targeted for one reason or another.

Edited March 31 by Krasnapolka (see edit history)