The Fangs of Morthal
The Fangs of Morthal – Silent Hunters of the Midnight Sea
The Fangs of Morthal are not just another band of pirates—they are a force of reckoning, a name spoken in hushed tones from the ports of Nidira to the lawless waters of Granheim. Their black sails, marked by the skull-faced wolf and crossed scythes, are the last thing many ever see before they disappear beneath the waves.
They are known for one thing above all: they strike at night.
When the moon is veiled and the tide runs still, the Fangs move like shadows across the water, their ship The Howling Tempest closing in before the wind itself seems to notice. There are no cannon volleys, no shouted warnings—only the sound of boots on wood, steel drawn from scabbards, and the cold certainty of death.
For most ships, surrender is an option. For slavers, poisoners, and those who prey upon the weak, there is none.
A Reputation Stained in Blood
Captain Cassius "Reaper" Vale holds one unbreakable belief—some men are beyond redemption, and mercy is a mistake that costs lives.
Slavers who pack their hulls with chained souls? Not one lives to see another sunrise.
Merchants peddling poisons that rot minds and bodies? Their ship, cargo, and crew vanish beneath the waves.
Corrupt officials and profiteers who build their wealth on the backs of the helpless? Not a trace of them remains.
Even when bounties are placed on these men, even when their heads would fetch a fortune, Reaper refuses to risk taking them alive. A dead enemy cannot buy their way out. A dead enemy cannot return with vengeance in their heart.
Terror of the Trade Routes
Because of their relentless efficiency, bounty hunters, mercenaries, and privateers have been sent after them—but none have returned. In the pirate world, some consider them dangerous even to their own kind, for Reaper does not tolerate those who deal in suffering for profit.
Others, however, see them as a necessary evil, the dark hand that keeps worse monsters from running unchecked.
Whispers follow them from port to port:
“They came in the dark. We never heard them until it was over.”
“The Howling Tempest does not take prisoners.”
“If you trade in misery, pray the Fangs don’t come for you.”
Even among pirate fleets and freeports, the Fangs are both respected and feared—some see them as executioners, others as a warning that no one is truly untouchable.
Their flag—black as a moonless night—flies like an omen, a silent promise of swift, inescapable judgment.
"Once the Fangs sink in, there is no escape."
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Illicit, Pirate Crew
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