The Men and Women of Hilvir (Patreon)

Truth be told, Eric wasn't going to save them. Followed by Aesteal, Maeloson, and Liara, the Son of Poseidon bore witness to the heinous acts inflicted upon the locals of a decimated village in Hilvir. Captured, toyed, and ravaged by the dreadful criminal, Saviara of the Twin Mountains, the men and women of Hilvir were left scarred and scared, pleading to any god or devil kind enough to spare them from their affliction.

Never did they think that a elven female pirate would have so much sympathy that she'd plead to her captain that they would have a use, a purpose, a reason to rise above the fires of their affliction.

Moved by her compassion, the Son of Poseidon decimated Saviara's forces, happening upon a certain Haengaramian Knight in the process. Once the people were liberated, some chose to rebuilt and reclaim what they'd lost. Others, however, too scared, too traumatized, too fearful of the lands they once called home, bent their knees in service to the pirate who saved them.

Nevertheless, their trials were not so easy. The women were fearful of the men aboard his ship and the men cowered under the slightest glare. One would not thing that these were an investment worth keeping.

Yet, keep them Eric Drakclaw did. He fed them, comforted them, and had Aesteal and Maeloson instruct them. He crafted soothing elixirs for troubled dreams, he imparted wise -if harsh- words to them. He never pushed them beyond what they could bear. As the months at sea grew long, the men and women of Hilvir came to understand just who they'd been allowed passage aboard the ship.

As the training got harsher, their determination got stronger. Fear was replaced with strength. Uncertainty was replaced with unwavering determination. Weak, ailing bodies were turned into prime examples of male and female physiques. Man and woman learned elven warriorship, bow and blade, information and execution.

By the time they'd returned to Draegnar, they were no longer suffering men and women, they were the Captain's Han, unbothered in doing his will. No matter what deed, no matter how low or high, no matter what might become of them, they would do as he wished.

And it was because, they did not have to confront the outside. He let them settle beneath it, roam it with no eye turning to them. They wished to no longer meet the sun, the moon became their envoy, and they spread themselves out to every corner of D'orn, ready to do what must be done for the Son of Poseidon.

"We Are The Order of Poseidon. We swim beneath the burning sun upon the ocean. In dark trenches, we swim. Where our captain's hand flies, we shall be there. Cross not, our captain, for we shall drown all at his decree. Poseidon ganvami indos tim difun ikak!"