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==The Sea Drake or An Historical And True Account Of The Final Battle Of Ka'len, The Redeemer's Admiral==
-''by An Anonymous Sailor Of His Crew''

Translated with introduction and notes by Larastos Kremath,
late Professor of Languages and Cultures,
Asemath Academy, Crossing

Foreword by Herpo Drakonides,
of the Guild of the Warrior Mages.
Funding provided by the Foundation for Arcane Research

===Foreword===
When Prof. Kremath was finally overtaken by old age, he had
garnered for himself a reputation as an exacting and prolific
scholar. Over two thousand items in his name are to be found on
the official bibliography kept by the Academy. It was to my
great surprise, therefore, when I spoke with Kremath's niece and
heir, that she informed me that there were dozens more
manuscripts, notebooks, translations, and other relics of
scholarly production to be found among his estate. In that great
mass of material was discovered the present document, a
translation of what purports to be a true account of the battle
in which Ka'len the Sea Drake perished so many centuries ago.

That Prof. Kremath would not desire this work to be published, I
can say with certainty. The translation is still rough in a few
places and he would never have willingly published anything but
a perfect translation. The notes are more to himself than they
are to a reader and this was a familiar pattern in his work
habits. He would amass a series of interpretive and philological
remarks that would provide the seed of the polished, erudite
and biting commentaries he was famous for. Those of us who were
Kremath's students will immediately recognize his style of
teaching and lecturing here although the reflection is pale.
This whole document looks like just a few hours' work dashed off
during a break from his other pursuits.

I have made two sorts of alterations to the notes, both at the
request of Kremath's heir. Firstly, I have silently corrected
all errors of orthography. Kremath in preliminary works such as
this was careless in his spelling and his spirit would surely
haunt me if I were not to make the necessary changes for
publication. Secondly, I have removed all specific references to
Kremath's colleagues from the notes. He had a reputation as a
curmudgeon but many of these comments were obviously never meant
to see the light of day. Since I cannot be sure which he would
have left in and which would have been removed from his final
work I think it best to omit them all. The pity is that such
things made up the bulk of the original notes.

What I have separated and called his introduction is, in fact,
no more than an entry from his journal--again, edited to remove
extraneous material and other information his heir wished
excised.

Herpo Drakonides,
Kertandu 2 Akroeg 352, the year of the Golden Panther

===Introduction===
Well, Larastos, you've found yourself a pretty little document
here. It's amazing that no one's tracked this thing down before.
It's a quaint document on its own and probably enjoys a well-
deserved neglect as literature but there are two striking things
about it. 1) it's a seething pile of dung and invention. How can
this possibly be the work of one of Ka'len's crew when the
author himself tells us that the crew was lost down to the last
sailor when the Dolefaren sank? 2) it's obviously a product of
the period after the war, not of the war itself (the title
"Redeemer" is enough to tell us that). If I had to make a guess
based on style and language, I'd say it's a forgery of the late
first century after the victory...maybe the 80's or the 90's.

This wretched little book is important because of its influence
more than anything else. The general story about Ka'len's death
goes back to the event itself and in broad strokes is laid out
in a number of sources. But many of the specific details of the
encounter that have worked their way into legend and song appear
nowhere in any source that can be proved to be before this. In
other words, the scribe who tossed this thing off might have
been a hack, but hacks sell better than artists and people seem
to have greedily swallowed the wild inventions of our anonymous
friend. This'll embarrass a lot of my fellow academics to no
end, to find out that the "facts" they've been throwing about
for so long come from a pretty fiction rather than from anything
a sane person would call history.

===Text===
When Chadatru's Lion gives way to the lying bird of Botolf,
merchants and travelers take to the roads and avoid the Segoltha
if there's merchanting and traveling to be done. Ships are
hauled out of the sea and left to dry over the winter, their
crews too frightened to sail. But the spirit of true sailors is
not so easily cowed. The ships of these are left in the water
and so when the halcyon days come and the weather clears for a
bit, they sail. And so on one winter's day I saw the greatest
mariner in Elanthia go down with his ship--not at the hand of a
sudden icy squall, but by the sudden treachery of a friend.

The two swiftest bergantines in the fleet of the Redeemer were
the Dolefaren of Ka'len and the Audrulyba (Stormspirit), of
Targel. Old friends the two captains were from the time before
the war but rivals too. For every ship one captured, the other
strove to take two. For every voyage one made quickly, the other
tried to make it in one day less.

And so it happened that when the calm days of the winter came
the old friends joked with each other about their abilities.
Targel suggested that they make a quick run to Zauljalren to
prove who the better captain was and which the better crew.
Ka'len turned to the Hermit and asked after the weather.

"Fair it will be, Ka'len, as far as the weather goes, but the
wise man does not sail who does not need to."

"Old man," the Sea Drake said, "I love you dearly and trust your
word but you were born to a landbound lady and from a landbound
man, I'll wager. I was born on my father's merchantman while my
mother bailed water in a storm. The sea was midwife and
nursemaid to me and if the weather will stay fine, that's reason
enough to sail."

And failing to heed the seer's warning Ka'len sailed the
Dolefaren out of the harbor with the Audrulyba close behind.

"To the island, once 'round and then back again," shouted Targel
"The first past the harbor chain takes dinner and drinks from
the loser until the spring, for in a race between two only one
can win."

"Then I'll be wanting a different dish every day, so you can
plan ahead, Targel. And make sure the dessert tarts are fresh
and the wine very old!"

And the Sea Drake ordered us to slow until the Audrulyba drew
even with us and then the two ships were off. We pulled at our
oars with all of our strength and Targel's crew did the same.
Insults were shouted from one ship to the other and
encouragements from one bench to the next.

"Get us there and back before the whoreson Targel and while he's
wining and dining me, I'll make sure you don't go without your
share!" Ka'len promised us and we knew he'd be true to his word.
We shouted our assent and redoubled our efforts.

The Audrulyba had gone off to a quick start at a pace we knew
she couldn't sustain for long with oars and sure enough we
overhauled her and entered the straits first by a half a length.
We stayed that way through the narrows, neither captain willing
to risk his ship on the rocks for only a slight advantage. The
crews saved their strength for the open waters.

At the mouth of the straits we gave a loud shout and struck up
"Eluned o' the Waves," determined to win victory for Ka'len,
glory for our ship, and easy living for ourselves over the rest
of winter. We skimmed through the low islands to the lee of our
goal, swung around the first headland and made good speed into
the prevailing wind. Looking back we saw the Audrulyba slipping
behind even further and when we rounded the second cape, she was
out of our sight completely.

We had just reentered the straits when she maneuvered into view
again. Our lead was commanding and we wondered if there weren't
trouble with her. She was a fast ship, I have to give her that,
and we'd sailed with her crew many a time. Nevertheless,
overjoyed by our coming victory we pushed on. We were halfway
through the straits when Ka'len gave us a new order: "Back
water! Now!" and we obeyed him instantly. "Bring her 'round!
Now!" and we did. We knew there was trouble but not a one of us
asked what it was. When we'd gotten the ship around we saw that
the Audrulyba was being pursued by two Elven cutters with sails
up.

We didn't have our complement of marines on board and we had no
weapons to fight except the Dolefaren herself. If we could get
to the Audrulyba before the Elves overhauled her, we knew it was
a more than fair fight. Ka'len was the cleverest tactician any
of us had seen and before they'd realize it, we knew both of
those cutters would have gaping holes below the water line. The
trouble was that the cutters were under sail and were making
better speed than we could manage. We thought we got lucky
then--the cutters stopped to step their masts down and prepare
for close action. They must have recognized the Dolefaren and
decided to play the game more cautiously.

And so by the time we reached the Audrulyba she was out of
immediate danger. Ka'len called over to Targel, "Bring her about
and behind us! We'll try to sail through!" It was a maneuver
that Ka'len and Targel had practiced countless times over the
years. What we'd do is set the Dolefaren on a course between the
two cutters with the Audrulyba directly behind us. Once we had
just gotten between the two Ka'len would choose one as a target
and turn to ram her or shear off her oars. Or, if he felt the
situation was right, he'd just keep sailing through and let
Targel make that move. In that case when we were on the other
side we could bring the Dolefaren right around and pick one of
the cutters as an easy target. The cutters, for their part,
couldn't turn to defend themselves against the Dolefaren unless
they wanted to present an easy target to the Audrulyba. If we
were lucky we'd get there before they were even ready for action
and we'd be towing home two fine prizes.

When the cutters were still a few hundred yards off the bow,
Ka'len cursed and gave the order for us to stop rowing. We were
confused at first but soon realized the problem: The Audrulyba
wasn't in position.

"I hope Lemicus eats your heart out, Targel! We've missed our
chance!" Ka'len cried out. He started to give us the order to
bring the Dolefaren around again but cut it off with a curse.
Behind the Audrulyba two more cutters were moving into view. Two
on one side, two on the other. Surrounded. We backed water until
we were close enough to the Audrulyba to provide her with a bit
of protection and be protected in turn.

"Ka'len," cried out Targel, "I've something to say to you!"

"If you're going to apologize you can wait until we're back
home, you fool!" shouted Ka'len and we jeered the other captain
and his crew.

"It's not that, Ka'len," he answered, "it's this, I'm afraid."
As one we all looked over at the Audrulyba and the smiles froze
on our faces. Targel was showing Teiro's banner. He'd turned
traitor. "I've been telling you for years now that we made a
mistake going in with Lanival. He can't win. You've half
admitted it yourself often enough. So why stay with him? Teiro
is willing to pay us as privateers and let us keep everything we
take. What do you say, old friend? It could be like it used to
be."

Quietly....so quietly that I don't know how Targel heard it,
Ka'len said, "It can never be like it used to be."

A signal must have been given. The cutters began to approach.
Ka'len had us move away from the Audrulyba to give us some room
to maneuver. Targel was moving away from us and back towards
Zauljalren. Home for us was in the opposite direction and that's
the way Ka'len pointed us.

He urged us on with compliments and curses and we strained over
the oars--no longer for easy living, but just for living.
Unerringly he steered us straight for the bow of the cutter on
our port side; it would expose us to the one to starboard but we
knew from experience that the light cutter couldn't stand up to
a bergantine's ram prow to prow. Every oarsmen aboard knew what
we were doing and the risks involved but we never missed a beat.

Closer and closer we drew until we could make out the sailors on
the cutter we had targeted. The second cutter began to come
about in order to catch us amidships. At the last minute,
however, the steersman of the first cutter lost his nerve and
began to turn aside. The marines aboard fired their crossbows at
us and threw a few spears but did us no harm. When that cutter
was committed to her turn Ka'len suddenly had us turn hard
a-starboard, passing up the opportunity to ram her. Instead we
were suddenly prepared to meet the second head on. Her captain
too must have panicked a bit and she began to come about. The
movement was checked after a few moments but by then it was too
late for her.

By the time we reached her we had gotten up to our maximum
speed. The ram tore into the cutter just to the side of her own
ram and we backed water with swift expertise even before Ka'len
could order us to do so. The marines on the cutter got off a few
bolts but that did them little enough good when they in their
heavy armor were the first to sink beneath the waves.

The way home was clear now. If we could outrun the remaining
three Elven craft. But Ka'len didn't steer us homeward. No, he
brought the Dolefaren about and gave chase to the closest
cutter, the one that had turned aside before. For the moment it
was still one on one and Ka'len wanted to take advantage of the
odds while they lasted. Now a cutter might be a faster and more
maneuverable ship than a bergantine but a ship is only as good
as her crew and we were better. In the narrows there, try as she
might, the cutter couldn't quite escape us. She ended up having
to turn in the direction we wanted her to go-- back to our
harbor. And while her marines wounded several of us-- even
Ka'len took an arrow in the arm-- nevertheless we ran her into a
turn she couldn't quite take and rammed her hard as her crew
tried to manage the dangers of unfamiliar shoals and rocks.

Again we backed water and watched the cutter begin to wallow as
the sea filled the hull. Again, the way home was clear and once
again Ka'len steered us in the opposite direction. It was clear
when the remaining two ships came into view that they weren't
going to give us a chance to engage them. We moved towards them
but they managed to stay far enough away to avoid the ram but
close enough that they could pour missiles onto us. When spears
came our way we did our best to throw them back but that availed
us little. There wasn't one of us who wasn't wounded as we
passed between the two Elven ships. At that point, Ka'len's real
objective became clear: the Audrulyba.

"We'd never've made it home, boys. Not after you'd tired
yourselves out in the race. Since we couldn't remove ourselves
from the danger our only choice was to remove the danger itself.
It's obvious we can't do that now although we gave it a damn
good try. But before those bastards kill me, I have every
intention of castrating Targel and feeding his balls to the
fishes."

We didn't cheer him as we'd done so many times when he'd given
us speeches before battle but our silence, I think, was eloquent
enough. We all knew we were doomed and what Ka'len said we all
agreed with. The only thing left for us while we lived was to
avenge ourselves before we died.

We started off then in silence. But soon enough Ka'len set our
rhythm for us with "Eluned o' the Waves" and every one of us
took up the song. The Elves behind us moved in slowly and the
Audrulyba awaited us ahead. Ka'len walked between the benches
and called every one of us by name as he passed. He gave us our
final orders.

"After we ram her, boys, back water right away. I want to see
her go down before those bloody Elves finish me."

Targel for his part was slow off the mark but when he realized
that we were coming after him, he brought his ship about and
began to move off. Our hearts sank as the gap between us slowly
began to increase. It was then that one of the oarsmen spotted a
dolphin to starboard and gave a shout. Soon we were surrounded
by Eluned's hounds and we drew strength from their presence. The
Goddess herself spurred us on and we forgot our weariness,
forgot our wounds, forgot our dooms.

The Audrulyba had almost escaped the confines of the narrows and
reached the safety of the open sea when we closed in. Her crew
took her this way and that, hoping the Elven ships could reach
us before we reached her. At length Targel made his mistake and
our ram tore into her stern. We started to back water but found
that the ships were locked together. The Elven ships moved in
behind us and began to rain death down on us. We dived beneath
benches. We pulled up planks to use as shields. Some jumped into
the sea, trusting in the mercy of Lemicus. Finally one of the
Elven ships dared to come close and open up a gash in the
Dolefaren with its ram.

Ka'len, for his part, grabbed up an Elven spear and leaped onto
the prow. "Targel!" he shouted over and over. The deadly arrows
of the Elven archers sank into his arms, his legs, his back, his
chest, until no more could find purchase and--an unheard of
thing!--he was armored with arrows against arrows. Still he
shouted, but Targel didn't come forward to meet him though he
stood in plain view. Finally, sobbing, Ka'len dropped the spear
into the sea and sank to his knees.

The Dolefaren and the Audrulyba both began to settle now and
the Elven ships came close once again to pick up survivors.

"Targel! I submit! My whole crew is dead but there's no need for
me to die," shouted Ka'len. "Take me to Teiro, take me to one of
his healers. I see now how right you were. We shall fight for
him together."

"This would have been easier, old friend, if you'd said that
hours ago. You always were stubborn."

Targel gave a laugh and leaped lightly over to the Dolefaren,
shouting for aid. The two stricken ships were listing
dangerously and soon would sink.

Almost tenderly, Targel picked up the small body of the
halfling. "I told you Lanival could never win," Targel began.
"He isn't like us, Ka'len. He doesn't understand that wars
aren't nice, that treachery is more effective than honor, that
no one is to be trusted. You knew that once and you know it
again now. I just wish you hadn't had to learn the lesson this
way."

"Yes, Targel," said the Sea Drake. "It's a lesson I won't forget
for as long as I live."

And with these words Ka'len suddenly grasped an arrow shaft with
his right hand and pulled it out of his chest. Blood gushed
forth from the wound, onto the deck, and into the sea. Just as
quickly he plunged the arrow like a dagger into Targel's throat
with lightning swiftness. His blood poured out to join with
Ka'len's and the two fell to the deck together, the tops of the
waves just breaking over the rails and washing the gore into the
sea.

"For as long as I live," whispered Ka'len as the Dolefaren
slipped beneath the waves.

===Historical Interpretation of Terms===
"lying bird of Botolf": The constellation Goshawk is meant. The
Lion is an autumn constellation and when it sets and Goshawk, a
winter constellation, comes, this signals the end of the sailing
season. The author may have originally written "the bird of
lying Botolf" but the text we have now is certainly possible.

"the Segoltha": The sea, not the river.

"halcyon days": Now assumed to be Evandu, Truffandu, and
Havrandu of the month of Nissa the Maiden. Even at the dramatic
date of the work there was the belief that during these days the
sea would remain calm while the halcyon bird nested. The biggest
problem with this detail is that all other accounts put Ka'len's
death at the very beginning of winter at the end of the ninth
month, now called after Dolefaren.

"bergantines": I'm using this form rather than "brigantine"
because the author uses a weird word. Poetic?

"Redeemer": Not used, obviously, for Lanival until after his
final victory. Some help in dating, therefore.

"Zauljalren": "Devil-island". It is unclear which island is
meant. There are any number of small uninhabited islands in the
Segoltha Sea not too far from Crossing. Almost all of them are
avoided by fishermen today on the grounds that they are haunted.
Perhaps instead of "to Devil-island" the text originally had "to
an island of beasts" = "to one of the haunted islands." The few
descriptions of the island in the rest of the text have not
aided me in pinpointing it on a map.

"the Hermit": A figure mentioned in other sources of the period.
Apparently he was a seer of some ability who advised Lanival and
his followers although he does not seem to have been an active
participant in the wars. A rather throwaway part here, no?

"I was born...": This story is preserved nowhere else. It sounds
like garbage. The dialogue is terrible throughout. Thank the
gods our author chose not to write a play. One shudders at the
very possibility.

"the harbor chain": A defensive device used to shut off the
harbor and prevent hostile ships from entering.

"for in a race between two only one can win": A proverb in
several Elanthian languages and a favorite saying during the
wars between Lanival and Teiro.

"the mouth of the straits": There are two mouths, one towards
Crossing, one towards the open sea and the island. The latter is
meant here.

"Eluned o' the Waves": A song. The tune is still in use among
sailors to keep time whilst rowing, but the original lyrics have
been lost or at least can't be identified with certainty. Today
the various words set to this music are invariably obscene and
one can only imagine that it was the same in Ka'len's day.

"Looking back...": The oarsmen would be facing the stern of the
ship anyway. Author seems to assume here & a few other places
that they face forward.

"marines": Each ship would carry a group of armored warriors.
Their duty was to hurl missiles at opposing ships and to board
enemy vessels or fight off boarding attempts. This arrangement
allowed the oarsmen to concentrate on rowing instead of forcing
them to try to fight and row at the same time.

"They must have recognized...": The author seems to be an idiot.
At the very least it is rather obvious later on that the whole
situation is a "set up". The Elves don't need to recognize
anything, they know exactly what they're after.

"We'll try to sail through!": The explanation that follows seems
out of place although as far as I can tell with what little I
know about it all, it's accurate. Certainly not the best
storytelling technique. Perhaps this was used as a text in a
lower level warriors' school? I should go talk to some sailors,
see if this description of the battle makes any sense to them.

"Eluned's hounds": The expression is very poetic. Could this
whole thing be a cheap and bad adaptation of a poem about this
episode? Did some hack come along and turn it into an
"eye-witness" account in prose? There are a few other places
where that would make some sense-- the opening lines, for
example.

"My whole crew is dead": Which of course raises the question,
who is supposed to be telling the story? Obvious fiction, all of
it. But this whole end seems to drop the pretense of a real
narrator anyway. More evidence that this is an adaptation of
another source?

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	Translated with introduction and notes by Larastos Kremath,		Translated with introduction and notes by [[Larastos]] Kremath,
	late Professor of Languages and Cultures,		late Professor of Languages and Cultures,
	Asemath Academy, Crossing		[[Asemath Academy]], Crossing

	Foreword by Herpo Drakonides,		Foreword by Herpo Drakonides,
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	translation of what purports to be a true account of the battle		translation of what purports to be a true account of the battle
	in which Ka'len the Sea Drake perished so many centuries ago.		in which [[Ka'len]] the Sea Drake perished so many centuries ago.

	That Prof. Kremath would not desire this work to be published, I		That Prof. Kremath would not desire this work to be published, I
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	author himself tells us that the crew was lost down to the last		author himself tells us that the crew was lost down to the last
	sailor when the Dolefaren sank? 2) it's obviously a product of		sailor when the [[Dolefaren]] sank? 2) it's obviously a product of
	the period after the war, not of the war itself (the title		the period after the war, not of the war itself (the title
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	the Dolefaren of Ka'len and the Audrulyba (Stormspirit), of		the Dolefaren of Ka'len and the [[Audrulyba]] (Stormspirit), of
	Targel. Old friends the two captains were from the time before		[[Targel]]. Old friends the two captains were from the time before
	the war but rivals too. For every ship one captured, the other		the war but rivals too. For every ship one captured, the other
	strove to take two. For every voyage one made quickly, the other		strove to take two. For every voyage one made quickly, the other
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	prove who the better captain was and which the better crew.		prove who the better captain was and which the better crew.
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	As one we all looked over at the Audrulyba and the smiles froze		As one we all looked over at the Audrulyba and the smiles froze
	on our faces. Targel was showing Teiro's banner. He'd turned		on our faces. Targel was showing [[Teiro]]'s banner. He'd turned
	traitor. "I've been telling you for years now that we made a		traitor. "I've been telling you for years now that we made a
	mistake going in with Lanival. He can't win. You've half		mistake going in with [[Lanival]]. He can't win. You've half
	admitted it yourself often enough. So why stay with him? Teiro		admitted it yourself often enough. So why stay with him? Teiro
	is willing to pay us as privateers and let us keep everything we		is willing to pay us as privateers and let us keep everything we