Tell me a story, one of a pirate and revenge, one of ships and captains, one of a

person who is already lost to hatred

Worick, said his father, Worick wake up, its time for sparring as he poured a
cup of water on Woricks sleeping face. Freightened by the nightmare he just had,
Worick jumped out of the bed like the devil poked his ass with a pitchfork.
Alexander grabbed his sword and threw Worick his clothes, Youre late again,
give me 10 parries followed by counter strikes as he started swinging undeterred
by his sons unreadiness. He knew that life isnt that kind to hit you when you are
on guard.
Alexander had three boys, two of which died from the dark plague, only Worick
survived, so he got the special treatment a father would give his only son. He
would train Worick every morning, regardless if he had a big duel coming
tomorrow, and every morning he would be harsh, as harsh as the dark isles. He
thought that if he would be the hardest obstacle in the boys life, it would mean
he would be able to survive in the wretched world of the Dark Isles. That was the
way his father taught him, and his father before that so that was the only way
he knew how to raise a child. Alexander came from a family of proud duelists that
fought in the colosseum for glory and the standard duelist pay which wasnt so
glorious. The fact that he could afford the doctor for only one of his sons was so
painful that after that, he decided he would do duels to the death to earn more
money, so that the next time something happened, he will be ready, as they paid
much more for them, then for standard ones. Quickly after starting, he gained
respect and honor, leading to a much more comfortable position in the
Colosseum. His martial prowess far surpassed that of his foes, which gave him the
opportunity to play with his foes, arouse the spectators, and earn him a title son
of Kain among the people. It is said that Kain was a legendary duelist that could
outmaneuver even the quickest foes, leading to spectacular finishes and his
dominance in the arena. They say he was that skilled, that there was no better
sword master, that only a great wizard could take him down, if he could get to
cast a spell before Kain decapitated him.
The title was heard throughout the whole region of Tradatorul, and many foes
wanted to try their steel against the duelist, although none had the courage to
fight to the death. Until the day he received an open invitation from the Royal
Navy vice admiral Aaron Whitecross for a duel to the death. Officials would never
duel in the Colosseum, and this caught Alexanders eye, but the invitation was
open so everyone already knew, and he would either lose his title, or fight in the
duel. The pay was so good that his family would be safe for a year. His pride too
was at stake, and the moment got the better of him, so he publically accepted the
offer.
Worick was an empathic boy. He wanted to please his father as much as he could.
Every time he would lose strenght, fall down, and be close to giving up, he would
think of his fathers pain, the suffering he went through, so he gripped that and
made it his light in the dark, his motivation to get up and keep going no matter
how hard it was. Although he would have that fire in him when things would get
hard, this morning, he was influenced by the events that happened last night.
His childhood friends Perry and Bruck had an idea, to play a prank on a nobles
daughter. Perry will take the eggs from his home, I will bring some flour from the
bakery, and Worick, you bring some feathers said Bruck as he waved his hands in
the air, showing them how the prank would look, Trust me, we go in from this
building, there is a bucket there, put the things inside, mix them, and tie the rope.
We pull the rope when she is on the street, right below, and then we turn to this
building and run as fast as we can. Nobody will notice. . You said that last time,
when Worick had to fight off those Skinners that caught us in the tunnels though,
I dont want to owe him my life twice Said Perry as he laughed at Woricks shy
face. Its sad how Sarah and Rike chickened out when I mentioned this yesterday,
they couldnt even show up nowSo, now that we all agreed, meet you all here in
10 Two years later, as Worick was turning 16, he heard his parents arguing
about something. That really surprised him, because they were a peaceful couple,
usually they would discuss every problem and solve it without shouting. This time
was different, they were shouting as loud as a guard shouts when he sees
intruders. You do have a choice! You can still decline, not show up, call in sick,
just dont go to the Colosseum anymore, retire. Many nobles would pay you to
teach their sons how to fight with the rapier! That is still a valid pay, and I
wouldnt think about you dying in the damn arena! Valena yelled as hard as she
could, as if that will change Alexanders decision. Look at me he said, grabbing
her hand putting it on his chest, You know me, I will return, and then Then I will
stop dueling and accept what you are proposing. There would be rumours that I
pulled out of the fight because I was afraid, and that would eat me alive later. This
way I will be happy. Please, trust me!. Worick watched the conflict through a
small hole in the door. Valena was sobbing, embraced tightly by Alexander.
The next day, Worick decided to stop his mothers tears by stealing his fathers
rapiers Dawnbreaker and Nightmare and hide them, so that his father would
not go to the duel. After all, those rapiers were a part of Alexander, and he could
not fight using normal ones, as he would lose the edge in battle. After some
explaining Alexander convinced him that everything will be ok, that he is sure he
will get this guy easily, and so Worick gave the swords back saying I believe in
you father, Vogan will protect you.

The day of the duel

Alexander wasnt nervous, he went through duels every month. His calmness gave
Worick, who was sitting in the first line, some peace of mind. Waiting for the
gates of the Colosseum to open, Alexander could focus only on one thing, his
killing intent. He threw away every part of his being, and became a beast,
suppessing all emotion and thought, just thinking of taking the man on the other
side to the depths of hell. The bell rang, and the Colosseums very foundation was
shaking from the roar of the endless crowd. There were not many who would
dare miss an event as big as this one. Echoing sounds of the bell signified the
start. Both of the fighters started slowly, trying the others blade, watching for
movement, fighting at long distance and feinting. Guards had to pull Worick back
to his seat as he was standing on the edge risking to fall over into the arena,
enthralled by the performance. Alexander started pressing forward, pushing
Aaron with his falchion back, showing better finesse and mastery of his dual
rapier style. Aaron feinted, and didnt expect Alexander to make a risky move,
rushing in, striking his blade hard with both his rapiers, pushing it back and
cutting his arm right above the elbow. Blood started gushing out, but there was
something weird about the injury. Alexander backed away, watching the injury,
and after approximately 10 seconds, the gash was almost closed, and the injury
didnt affect Aaron at all. After all those duels, Alexander knew that nobody had
that kind of regeneration and that something was wrong here, but if he called it
and they covered it up, he would be punished. So he did what he knew, he cut
Aaron again and again and hoped for the best. After some time, fatigue kicked in,
and he couldnt move as graciously as he could before. On the other side of the
arena Aaron looked tired, but the smirk on his face gave out the impression that
he was faking it. He closed in, grabbing the rapiers and pulling them closer when
the chance presented itself, knowing that his opponent could not use that.He did
that with his bare hand losing the index and middle finger in the proccess, cutting
Alexanders throat with his falchion in the other. Worick noticed something was
wrong after the first cut Alexander inflicted, but remembered that he told him to
be quiet and chose to obey his father, for the last time. The crowd cheering
became so loud, he couldnt hear his thoughts because of it. The dirt of the
Colosseum started whirling as a gust of wind passed him, he couldt see clearly
because of it, he felt it in his mouth, as he yelled out the word FATHER!!! for the
last time.
Nelacar
Mercer Frey
The tempest
Scarborough