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   Sula smirked as she approached the port of Jin'ta.  Having instructed her crew members to hoist the flag she had plundered from the Serenian merchant galley several months ago, she would have all the time she needed to enact her plan.  She was well aware that the Temple, peace loving as they were and with no need to fear other nations, were incapable of suspecting what she was about to attempt.  As far as they were concerned, the heretic had been banished and good riddance.
   
Signaling to the sea witches below her to begin working their magic, Sula watched impatiently as the waves around her begin to get rougher.  In the sky the clouds began to thicken and the winds began to stir, alerting those few individuals who were sensitive to magic to realize something was wrong.  It didn't matter.  By the time anyone thought to do something about it would be far too late.

   The clouds continued to swirl and darken, eventually forming into a fully functional hurricane as ten foot waves smashed down on the surrounding ships.  Smaller boats, such as those used by fisherman, were entirely swept away, and all around ropes creaked, sails stretched taut, and captains struggled to maintain their ships.   It was only Sula's ship that was unaffected, almost as if it were the eye of the storm.  Moving effortlessly through the waves the Heretic's folly reached the center of the port, and Sula dared whatever gods were out there to let her fail.

   At her command a new, more familiar flag was hoisted to replace her own.  The surrounding ships, recognizing the flag and terrified at what it meant, tried and flee.  Shouting to her crew, Sula eagerly anticipated what was about to happen.  With a shuddering roar that nearly knocked her off her feet, the cannons in the hold of her ship fired, ripping into any boat unlucky enough to be caught in their path.  Already disorganized and preoccupied by the hurricane, many boats were either too unable or too unaware to offer any resistance.

   The Heretic's Fury sailed to the Port's dock hastened by the sea witches' waves, a miasma of death left in its wake.  Hundreds of corpses were thrown about in the bloodied waters amidst the debris of ruined ships.   The smell of gunpowder and charred flesh filled the air, and those ships still able to sail fled for their lives. In the city, a cacophony of screams, bells, and various other noises could be heard as the citizens desperately tried to capture the attention of the army. 

   Sula grinned wickedly as her ship finally reached the Port's docks, her crew working hastily to tie them on.  The Temple's warriors were already rushing towards her ship, and she growled in anticipation of the coming battle.  Using her powers to recreate her feet like that of a rabbits, she propelled her body of the ship screeching like a demon and landed directly in front of the group.  Many of the soldiers startled both by her approach and the color of her hair and eyes broke ranks and fled in terror.  Behind her she could hear the shoats of her crew as they descended from her ship like a swarm of angry bees.  This was going to be fun.

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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.

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