creaking the timbers of the massive ship of war. Grnman stood on deck, desperately trying to avoid the sea sickness that plagued him everywhere on the ship. The raging Sea of Blood was no place for a dwarf. Great Gods of Stone, few places on the Great Seas were fit for Dwarves. Grnman was large for a dwarf, and muscular. He had worked all his life in the deep mines of Restan. Only last year had he been raised to the High Council. Grnman definitely liked the mines better than the halls of the High Council. And members of the high council had to travel the world doing whatever they needed to do in that moment. So he had hitched a ride on a human warship headed through the Sea of Blood in hopes of reaching the city of Tren on the other side. But these were dangerous waters, not only because of the raging snow storms that constantly tore up the surface of the Sea, not even only because of the ice that frequently sprang up in the most inconvinient places or even the monsters that had a tendancy to swallow ships whole. The humans were at war with an elven nation that patrolled these seas ceaselessly, and the chances of an encounter were high.

Suddenly, an elven warship came into view and arrows flew in both directions. However, the great catapult mounted on the elven ship tore apart the human warship. The dark waters of the Sea of Blood enveloped him and he began to swim to the shore.

Yes, I know that that was brief, stupid and random, but I just wanted to make sure I understood the idea of what was going on here before I started posting Cannoli-class epics. I promise the next one will be better, provided this ever actually works.