Admiral Voss Blackhand
Admiral Voss Blackhand
Little is known of the origin of the person who would come to be known as Admiral Voss Blackhand. Perhaps she was the daughter of a merchant ship raided by pirates in Blackfyre Gulf, taken in and raised in their ways, who sailed into The Black Sun chasing the legends she had grown up surrounded by. Perhaps she was the daughter of a pirate king who tried to usurp her father's fleet, and was cast adrift into the black waters. Perhaps she was a merchant captain herself, driven desperately fleeing from pirates and forced to brave the depths of the darkness that even they would not. Perhaps she never even touched the Black Sun, as her legend claims, and her entire story is little more than fiction.
Whatever her history, it is all irrelevant until it reaches that point, the Black Sun. According to the surviving members of her crew, whether driven by wanderlust or greed or desperation, she sailed her ship into the heart of the darkness emanating from the Black Sun, to a place where the waters and the sky and everything around blended into a single endless void of blackness, and at its heart found a place filled with churning, boiling, writhing waters, bubbling and steaming where they touched something - an object that somehow managed to be darker than the pitch black surrounding it, that seemed to somehow consume light and heat and thought. She reached out from the deck of her ship, and though her hand felt colder than ice at touching the strange object she felt flames crawl up her arm, eating through skin and flesh and bone as though they were the driest of kindling. By the time she withdrew her hand from the surface of the object, half her arm had been burned away, and the rest of her body was marked forever with twisting black scars.
The name the ship bore when it had sailed into the darkness has been long forgotten, for once it reappeared it became known as The Midnight Sun. Its hull was blackened and warped, the carvings around the prow sloughed as though melted under extreme heat, the wood charred, the sails tattered. And known it truly did become, cutting a swathe through the waters of the gulf, the Blackhand and her crew descending upon pirate ship and merchant hauler alike, inducting those who would bend the knee into her fleet, killing those who would not. Soon The Roil, as her followers named themselves for the churning waters around the Sun, had the waters of the gulf in a vice-like grip.
And so things stood, for a decade or more, until The Court of the King in Exile began to make plans for its return to The Kingdom of Somercrag. In late 454KS Admiral Voss met with the King to discuss terms to carry his armies across the sea to The Continent of Greland - her fleet had seen to it that no other group of ships existed capable of ferrying such numbers. Negotiations broke down, and Admiral Voss was slain by the King's champion and his followers. No sooner had her body fallen lifeless to the deck than the battered hull of the Midnight Sun began to come apart, dying alongside the Blackhand just as it had, in a sense, been born alongside her in the darkness of the Black Sun.
With Admiral Voss' death The Black Ships of The Roil scattered, splintering into multiple fragmented fleets, each seemingly as likely to come into conflict with each other as with anyone else, and it seems unlikely any single power will unite them again.
ser Ashtin Phyrefenn, the champion of the King-in-Exile, retrieved from the wreckage an orb of Blackstone seemingly originating from the Black Sun itself, which has become part of King Dalran Somercrag's throne room.
Whatever her history, it is all irrelevant until it reaches that point, the Black Sun. According to the surviving members of her crew, whether driven by wanderlust or greed or desperation, she sailed her ship into the heart of the darkness emanating from the Black Sun, to a place where the waters and the sky and everything around blended into a single endless void of blackness, and at its heart found a place filled with churning, boiling, writhing waters, bubbling and steaming where they touched something - an object that somehow managed to be darker than the pitch black surrounding it, that seemed to somehow consume light and heat and thought. She reached out from the deck of her ship, and though her hand felt colder than ice at touching the strange object she felt flames crawl up her arm, eating through skin and flesh and bone as though they were the driest of kindling. By the time she withdrew her hand from the surface of the object, half her arm had been burned away, and the rest of her body was marked forever with twisting black scars.
The name the ship bore when it had sailed into the darkness has been long forgotten, for once it reappeared it became known as The Midnight Sun. Its hull was blackened and warped, the carvings around the prow sloughed as though melted under extreme heat, the wood charred, the sails tattered. And known it truly did become, cutting a swathe through the waters of the gulf, the Blackhand and her crew descending upon pirate ship and merchant hauler alike, inducting those who would bend the knee into her fleet, killing those who would not. Soon The Roil, as her followers named themselves for the churning waters around the Sun, had the waters of the gulf in a vice-like grip.
And so things stood, for a decade or more, until The Court of the King in Exile began to make plans for its return to The Kingdom of Somercrag. In late 454KS Admiral Voss met with the King to discuss terms to carry his armies across the sea to The Continent of Greland - her fleet had seen to it that no other group of ships existed capable of ferrying such numbers. Negotiations broke down, and Admiral Voss was slain by the King's champion and his followers. No sooner had her body fallen lifeless to the deck than the battered hull of the Midnight Sun began to come apart, dying alongside the Blackhand just as it had, in a sense, been born alongside her in the darkness of the Black Sun.
With Admiral Voss' death The Black Ships of The Roil scattered, splintering into multiple fragmented fleets, each seemingly as likely to come into conflict with each other as with anyone else, and it seems unlikely any single power will unite them again.
ser Ashtin Phyrefenn, the champion of the King-in-Exile, retrieved from the wreckage an orb of Blackstone seemingly originating from the Black Sun itself, which has become part of King Dalran Somercrag's throne room.
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Life
409 KS
455 KS
46 years old
Circumstances of Death
Killed by The Devourer after failed negotiations to join The Court of the King in Exile.
Place of Death
Aboard The Midnight Sun in the bay of Tollingbell
Family
Children
Gender
Female
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