Navy of Redhold was always well known with its power and wealth during the recent ages. Often proved its loyalty to Southern Kingdom in times of war and massacre while proving their worth even more by time. The captains of Redhold are fierce, strong and men capable of taking any risk worth to. The crews are over-experienced with the manners of the seas and unexpected encounters, which makes them an absolute choice for every Captain. It is by tradition to not sail with same crew over and over for every captain after all.
A celebration is usually in order before any Captain sails away, where he also chooses his crew and declares his voyage with joy and brave words that encourages every one in celebration ceremony to step up and join with this Captain of Honor on his adventures. Then comes the phase of invincible Redhold poets.
When the Captain steps down concluding his declaration, it then gets all silent for a moment. First a mourn, then a second and a third. Then starts the Hail to the Captain. Entire town becomes as one, joining to the Hail. There is no voice, no sound...only the legendary poet of Hail being sang all together, to greet the Captain who will soon to take the voyage.
Hail...
Hail...
Hail...
*Silence*
To the brave captain,
Who will soon take the voyage,
To the sea and beyond,
Knowing may not return,
*Lesser Silence*
Hail...
Hail...
Hail...
*Silence*
To the brave sailors,
Who will accompany the brave one,
His galleon they will follow,
Knowing may not return,
*Lesser Silence*
Hail...
Hail...
Hail...
*Silence*
To the sea,
Who will lead them through,
His ship and his crew,
With thy captain brave,
*Lesser Silence*
Hail...
Hail...
Redhold will hail...
*Silence*
For thy captain,
For the crew,
Until they depart to the seas,
Knowing may not return,
*Lesser Silence*
Hail...
Hail...
Hail to thy galleon!
Hail to thy departers!
Hail to thy REDHOLD!
*Fades away slowly with a continous mourn until the ship is lost sight*
That is how Griffle set sail to one of the greatest Wars Redhold was ever called for. Under the command of Redhold Marshall Barg Falcon, with his Captain Toran Grizz he was sailing to their fate. An Agatha, it was. Three thousand galleon was sailing to reinforce the tunnel of Thorn. And they had arrived.
The sight was terrible, eye-blinding. From Griffle's Journal luckily founded in excavations, records eighty-seven days of the journey, the last page which was written after the event by Griffle himself;
"We had arrived. And, we all wished we hadn't. I couldn't look around of my now-stunned soul but I could feel what everyone was feeling that time, I could hear their cries of fear, I could smell their tense that was freezing their veins...it was a total eclipse. We were immobilized by the sight of terror and chaos we were brought to face against, all that monstrosity and all that abomination.
They were everywhere, the army stationed around the Tunnel was already scattered around. But there was still a huge resistance, a huge army of Southern and Western kingdoms were fighting side by side to deflect one of the greatest terrors of the last few centuries. Then, all in an instant, we heard an army of horns all sounding at same time. At first, we glanced upon the tunnel and beyond in fear what else to come out but it was still hounds of terror was pouring from within the tunnel wave after wave. We were all almost dead of fear, entire Agatha were cut silent all in an instant. But then...
We turned our faces towards the second wave of horns blown nowhere near to tunnel, it was sounding from the cliff above where the armies of Western and Southern kingdoms could be overlooked, and also us.
We were speechless...there was nothing more to say. We began to grab a bit of courage back with the sight of...an entire army of Glurhooms. With the every banner appearing, we were feeling our courage growing even more and more. And it was then.
We were instantly forced to hear a voice of someone we really needed to hear. Fearless captains of all, a legend now. He was calling for us, he was summoning us to step forward and to join forces. He was cheering at us, screaming loud...and even louder.
It was Agor Fellsea. We were done. We knew what to do...
Agatha was starting to sound again with the orders, the clitchy song comes out while pulling off the flags was like a music. We had found our courage and bravery all again. Glurhooms were also agreed with us, it seemed like. They were cheering at us joyfully with the moving of Old Gale, the Marshall's ship.
What a sight. All the shore we will be landing was filled with armies of corpses. They were shapeless creatures crafted out of this world. Nothing about them was predictable, we didn't know how to fight against them. And this had costed us almost everything."
Redhold always remembered this day and always will. Redhold will never forget the Seven Necromancers and the chaos, ruin and destructing they brought to our lands, the armies of Glurhoom and the alliance of Southern and Western Kingdoms, which was named later by "Alliance of the Tunnel" in the Book of Sailors by poet Radon and Griffle, Fuzzy Sailor.
Now, Griffle is sailing alone on the seas under no banner. He is not the same Griffle with what he was before the war. Those who are seeing him on the seas, may help him. As Redhold needs to make him live...
Words of Terrance, Captain of the Galder of Redhold. After returning.
"I owe him and I know world owes him too. Pay the debt and honor the Hail. For thy future of Redhold, unbind his tongue for flame!"
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