Hemplock was snoozing by the docks, taking a well earned rest from a hard day's work plotting the death of Lord Porstergist, the chief merchant lord of Jin'ta. His dreams were of women dancing without clothes, of course, on his ship, proudly showing their nude bodies to the crew members.
Hemplock's ship, Lady Kindness, was out being sailed by his 2iC, Lieth Ophick. The ship's name was ironic, because Hemplock was the opposite of kind. He loved to kill nobles. Lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, barons and baronesses alike had died by the hands of Hemplock and his drow 2iC.
Hemplock was well into his power nap when his long dirty blonde hair blew across his sunbathed face. He roused slowly, coughed, and opened his eyes just a little. He jumped out of his seat at the sight of ships being torn apart, by winds greater than he had ever encountered. The storm was not a natural one.
Knowing the flag on the unaffected ship, Hemplock sighed. Sula Ku. A reputed pirate, known for recklessness. Sighing, Hemplock dodged sailors and fishermen fleeing for their lives, and drew his sword. He decided he would side with the pirate. He didn't like commonfolk.
As soldiers ran towards the sole ship left intact, Hemplock waved his blade furiously, knowing that the men sent out were probably by on of the lesser nobles, wanting more land, riches, or women. Hemplock reached the first soldier, and drove a sword though his skull, twisted, brought his sword out, and severed the head of the foe, the slimy ball rolling towards the sea.
All of the attackers focused their attention on him. One took a lunge at Hemplock, but over stepped as Hemplock dodged. So Hemplock extended a foot and tripped the man. Without thought, he stomped on his exposed head, as hard as possible, grinding his flesh into a red and pink pulp.
"If you don't want me stealing all the limelight, come down here and help me!" Hemplock yelled, kicking parts of a human brain from his boot. The orc was tough, and only winced when one of the soldiers' blows struck his arm. He cared not, and thrust his sword upwards into the human's belly. The wounded man stumbled backwards, and Hemplock flung a dagger into his left eye, through his brain, and out the other side. He was truly dead.
But Hemplock was without a sword.