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Felnůr regarded the collected children in front of him, all looking eager in the firelight. He nudged one with his hoof as it got too close; they had a tendency to tug at his soft shaggy hair as it peeked from below his wide breeches. It was a warm night, moreso because of the fire, so he had doffed the goldenrod cloak that marked him as a Bard of the Northern Pass. The tall satyr took a long draw off of his pipe, and finally spoke:
“I suppose ye lot would fancy a story then?”
The collected little ones - humans, orcs, a couple of already hairy dwarven children, and a diminutive gnome toddler - all roared with impatience. “YES PLEASE, MR. BARD, SIR!!”
“Now as ye know, Felnůr and all Bards love the seas for they are full of magicks and wonders and creatures gargantuan.” The children clung to one another here, as many had heard his stories of great kraken and dragon turtles.
“Nay, but tonight instead we will hear of a collection of beasts...and their leader.”
The children clutched their comrades tighter still; nary a breath broke the silence.
“They call her Berrinna of the Rogue Wave. She is a druid of immense power - power so great she can not just speak to animals, but raise them to sentience. Her ship, Rogue Wave, is a massive affair, as large as any ship in the Rensėr Navy. But she is the only Halfling on it. They say she was born to merchants and spent her life at sea, and decided to devote her life to it; that she can feel the songs of the whales in her feet on the deck.
The Rogue Wave is crewed entirely by animals that Berrinna has given the spark of intelligence. Monkeys work the rigging; egrets keep watch. Pods of dolphins and whales are often seen cresting the water around the ship. Berrinna herself uses her magic to fill the sails on days that are still, and together they hunt those that would ruin the perfection of the open ocean.
Whalers and pirates speak her name in hushed tones, fearful that the ocean breeze will carry the whispers her way. Invading armies pray to their gods that she does not chance upon their armada. It is said even the great kraken pauses for the Rogue Wave to pass, giving deference to the staunch defender of the ocean. Peaceful travelers rarely see her but some have reported seeing pods of dolphins following their ships, and in the distance sky blue sails surrounded by birds and cresting whales.
Some dismiss Berrinna as a myth, but hark here! Whenever she strikes, the captain washes ashore… always in his home country, even if it is half a world away, and always lashed with kelp to the plank bearing the name of his ship.”
The children let the ominous ending hang for only a moment before one of the little orc girls blurted. “What's an egret?”
The older kids started to laugh, and the good-natured Bard took another draw on his pipe…