Artificer Ozohr, the land-locked pirate of Serpent Sound

The waves splashed gently against the rocky outcropping, metronomically signaling the passing of time. Ozohr, perched high atop the castle above, surveyed the horizon calmly. It had been quite some time since the last ships unknowingly sealed their fate by sailing too close to Serpent Sound. A little too long, in fact. Ozohr was bored, and itching for some excitement.

The lonely life of a land-bound pirate was (mostly) a quiet one. He spent days on end in near total silence, save for the waves and the occasional gull squawking overhead. Books, trinkets, treasures, and other spoils from his pillages kept him busy enough, however, and besides–he didn’t much like people, so the solitude was welcome. Plus, on the rare occasions he was in the mood for conversation, Asmodeus was a willing participant. Mostly as just a listener though; snakes don’t often speak.

Suddenly, something caught Ozohr’s eye in the distance. It started as nothing more than a speck, small enough to make him question whether it was anything at all or just his subconscious manifesting something–anything–to give him a reprieve from the monotony. But the more he watched it, the bigger it grew. Before long, he could make out three, maybe four, sails. A decent sized ship. A bit later, using his monocular from a previous plunder, he could make out the flag hanging near the mast–Wildmen.

Known more for their resourcefulness on land, it was a bit curious to see a Wildmen flag hanging atop this ship. It reeked of desperation, Ozohr thought, but for (or from) what, he didn’t know.

Regardless, their aquatic ineptitude made them an easy target for Ozohr and Asmodeus. “Ready to rock?” said Ozohr chuckling, bemused by his own wittiness. Asmodeus confirmed by slithering off his shoulder, making his way down the vertical rock face and toward the ocean below.

“Better him than me,” Ozohr muttered. Ironically, he was terrified of water. Likely a first for a pirate, I know.

Raising his orb staff to the sky, Ozohr began…

Spirits, spirits of the deep
Sending sailors to their sleep
I summon you from ocean, lake
Serpent, creature, aqua snake

The surface of the water where Asmodeus entered began to vibrate. Slow, almost imperceivable, at first, then all at once more violently.

And then it was still again.

Not more than a moment passed though, when a glimmering, bright green streak shot from the surface and straight into the sky. It re-entered the water as quickly as it emerged, barely making a splash.

That was long enough to tell, however, that it was Asmodeus. A 50 meter long, 30 ton Asmodeus.

And with that, Asmodeus and Ozohr began their routine.

The poor Wildmen never stood a chance…

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