The Witche Captain
Gravelord/Grand Admiral Desmondt Rackham Withers (a.k.a. Witche Captain)
Desmondt held his book in a tight grip, while the other held the flintlock stretched out towards the sea. Towards the barrels that bobbed silently in the path of the fleet which crashed through the waves on a route right for them. "There ain't none way they've not caught glimpse o' our trap Captain. What... what are they doing?" His first mate cried out in dread, as the pirates fearlessly sailed through the deathtrap. "Then it is war they want. Fire the cannons." Desmondt commanded while he took aim. Then fired along the rythm of pounding cannons. The waters shook, the planks creaked while splinters of wood from hulls and masts flew strewn all around them, as several of the pirate ships sank right to hell from the barrage. Then came the retaliation right after, as steel balls smashed through the side of their ship. Fire and brimstone now reigned everywhere. "Captain, they ain' cuttin' no loses! There ain' a way we can win this fight!" Desmondt threw his smoking flintlock aside, as he drew blade from hilt. "Lad, we've not come this far to die now!" He howled out as another barrage sent the ship rocking to the side, while the first mate slipped and fell to the floor. "Grah, I'll not see all we worked for perish to these dregs. Fire all ye 'ave! Show them Lord Silverons fury men!" Once more the cannons roared, while the steersman swiftly turned the wheel while the pirated were bombarded, sinking ship after ship of their fleet. "Captain, they're... they're comming from bellow! The first mate shrieked out as he tried to push himself up, but a tentacle suddenly crashed through the ship, and crushed him to nothing but a puddle of blood and gore. "Jamison, damnation. What do ye bastards want from me." Desmondt whispered underneath his breath, as darkness soon coated the skies with an unattural glow. His scimitar reflecting nothing but pure darkness while he rushed to cleave down the foes which had him assailed. "We've not come this far, to perish now." He cried while hacking limb from limb off of his foes, before a shattering sound echoed by his feet. He first felt his feet take of, how the world span, before he felt a thousand spikes in his body. Slowly he sunk, still alive as he saw the waters around him turn red. Logbook and scimitar still held clutched in his hands, while the surface became more and more distant. Great beasts of terror and nightmare now surrounded him, while he slowly sank, knowing this was death. It was death, but death wasn't his end.
In Life
From the silver streets of Silveron. It's prized museums, collections, reliquaries and expeditonary guilds. In life he was Desmondt Vandame, explorer and privateer captain. A fairhaired young man was sent on a quest to explore the new world to the west. On his adventures, Desmondt found many new creatures, took contact with civilizations hidden away in it's tropical jungles and tall mountaintops, and fought many a pirates on the high seas. Among his most prized findings was the Murals of the Sea which was first spotted on the isle of Hexblight Cove. Desmondt spent his life on the high seas trying to decode it's writings. Through asking experts, to different leaders of cultures near and afar. From obscured human villages, to famed dwarven temples in the new lands. In the end he took to the seas, in a mission to ask the various pirate kings about the writings, seeing as he had no better clue for a translator. It's said that he was lead to the southern jungles of Arzawakania, to the ancient remains of the Zarkanian Imperium, where certain locals still spoke in languages many thought long lost. Whatever Desmondt found in the south though, has been lost to the washed away ink from his ships log. En route back to Silveron from the distant shores, he encountered a fleet of pirates sailing dead set on bringing whatever he had uncovered to the bottom of the seas.In Death
Brought back to life by the hand of Ghorst, Desmondt Withers had few recollections of his old life. From tales and hearsay, he believes himself to be a great pirate, something which wasn't entirely untrue to history. The only things that was clear to him, was to hoist his ship back from the oceans floor and reclaim the cove where he first uncovered the murals. It became painfully clear to him, that reclaiming what was lost and finish his mission was no work for a hero. He would accept the powers of undeath granted to him by Thaddius Ghorst and use them to raise his own crew, and brought back his ship, now called the Forlorn from the seas. Next he rediscovered Hexblight. Surprised to find a local witch of the small village called Madame Belladonna would eagerly swear fealthy to Captain, for a simple price. He would aid her in recovering the secrets of the murals on their isle, and forsake his allegiance to the Knights of the Grave whom had first commanded that the old Silveron legend be brought back for Death's Court. During several raids and pillages on different shores, near and afar to spread his infamy, he would also clash blades with The Blood Buccaneer, but spared the life of the Bloodeagle vampire Admiral after defeating him in a ship fight. Hence recruiting the defeated admiral into his clutches.
Current Status
On a mission for the Murals of the Sea
Currently Boarded Vehicle
Age
380 (Died at 44)
Children
Current Residence
Spineblade Port
Eyes
Striking plum, magical.
Hair
Deep purple, long ponytail, filthy and algea like.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Seamold green, barnacle growth.
Height
1.9m
Weight
93kg
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Belief/Deity
Sea Gods
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