The Howling Tempest
The Howling Tempest
The Fangs of Morthal’s Ghost on the Sea
A sleek, fast, and merciless schooner, The Howling Tempest is a name spoken in both reverence and fear. Built for speed, stealth, and precision, it slices through the waves like a wolf in the night, its black sails whipping against the storm winds as it hunts its prey. Wherever the Tempest appears, the weak find sanctuary, the wicked meet their end, and legends take shape.
To some, it is a ghost ship, a vessel that emerges from the darkness, striking without warning before vanishing beyond the horizon. To others, it is a specter of judgment, known to leave only wreckage and silence in its wake. It does not bow to kings, nor does it serve the petty laws of empires. It is a ship of outcasts, of warriors, of those who refuse to kneel.
A Ship Forged in Blood and Rebellion
The Howling Tempest was not crafted in a grand shipyard nor blessed by monarchs. It was taken, reforged, and remade—a vessel born from battle and defiance.
Seeking a more capable ship, Reaper and Rogan targeted The Black Dawn, a lightly armed schooner outfitted with wind-affinity Aether crystals, giving it unmatched speed on the water. The ship was captained by Viktor Reddan, a ruthless slaver who had built his fortune trafficking souls to the highest bidder.
Reaper and his crew, alongside a handful of trusted allies, ambushed The Black Dawn under the cover of night. They struck fast and without mercy, cutting through Reddan’s crew before they could even raise the alarm. When the battle was won, Reaper burned Viktor Reddan alive in the ship’s hold—his first public display of his zero-tolerance stance on slavers. The freed slaves were given a choice: join the crew, be taken to safety, or take vengeance themselves. Many chose the latter, ensuring that no soul aboard The Black Dawn lived to tell of its fall.
With The Black Dawn in their hands, Reaper and Rogan refitted and reinforced the vessel, stripping it of its tainted past and giving it new life under a new name:
The Howling Tempest.
The Predator Among the Waves
Unlike the lumbering galleons of the Hekkeran Empire or the fortified warships of the Theocracy, the Howling Tempest is built to hunt.
It does not engage in prolonged battles—it strikes, destroys, and disappears. The few survivors of its attacks never recall a long engagement—only the howl of the wind, the crack of gunfire, the gleam of steel, and then silence.
Its Aether-infused wind crystals allow it to cut across the sea with impossible speed, outpacing pursuers and striking before enemy ships even have time to react. Its blackened hull allows it to vanish into the night, and with Xyrah Rathos at the helm, it dances through storms like a ghost, slipping between the tides where no other ship would dare.
Its weapons are not many, but they are placed for precision, ambush, and overwhelming force at the right moment. Broadside cannons fire in tight, devastating volleys. Its reinforced ram, a later addition by Tarn Galloway, allows it to tear through enemy vessels when needed. And for those unfortunate enough to survive the initial strike, the Fangs of Morthal are more than eager to finish the job up close.
The Law of the Tempest
To serve aboard the Howling Tempest is to prove oneself worthy. This is not a ship for the weak, the cowardly, or those who hesitate. Reaper does not suffer fools, and those who falter do not last long.
Sela "Iron-Hand" Farrow enforces discipline.
Rogan "Dead-Eye" Shaw ensures loyalty.
Tarn Galloway keeps the ship in fighting shape.
Xyrah Rathos ensures it never falls into an enemy’s trap.
And above all else, every member of the crew knows one truth:
"No king rules the sea. Only those bold enough to take it."
The Howling Tempest is more than a ship—it is a force. A legend that sails the edge of history, carving its name into the tides.
It is a promise.
A promise that so long as the wind howls, the waves crash, and tyrants dare to reach too far, there will always be those willing to pull them under.
