Death of Bane

It was Nighttime, and the Celestial Palace could be seen high above in the Heavens. Snow from the Heavens began to drift towards the Earth, gathering into thick clusters on Evergreen Trees.

*Grunt*

Franco was a massive Human, both in Height and in Width. The Viking towered over most other Humans, and his inhuman Strength could match that of the Orcs. Franco trudged forwards, his weight pressing deep footsteps into the thick snow.

Franco clutched onto his Harpoon, his knuckles whitening from his tight grip. Franco did not appear to feel the glacial air, cutting through the overgrown woods towards the shore.

This was where one of Franco's Vikings had reported seeing a Warship dock. Few Warships existed in the Land of Dawn, but Franco knew of but one which navigated the Frozen Seas about Nost Gal.

That Warship would belong to 'Lord of the Heptaseas' Bane, who, like his namesake, was the Bane of Franco's existence.

As Franco drew closer, he hid in several shrubs to observe the Warship. It was indeed Bane's Warship - Franco could recognise it after having fought it many times - and so he began to breach the distance.

As Franco got closer, he felt that something was wrong.

It was almost Midnight, so most of Bane's Crew should be asleep, but the Warship was too quiet. Bane would never have left the Warship undefended, even at Night.

Franco hoisted himself onboard of Bane's Warship, and he smelt the scent of blood.

Fresh Blood.

There was a Sentinel slumped onto the Deck, blood splattered as far as several meters away. Franco looked up - it seemed as if he had fallen from the Crow's Nest. Could it be a Marksman or Mage?

Franco went down below the Deck, the wood creaking under his feet. Under normal circumstances, he would have been attacked long before he could have even climbed onboard.

There was another Crew Member, this one slumped on to the wall. Franco looked at him for a moment before rushing to where he knew was the Captain's Office. Franco passed by several more corpses, all suffering different fates. The Doors that led to the Office was broken down, and as he stepped past the ruins, he saw Bane, once Ruler of the Seven Seas, as dead as could be.

There were signs of a great struggle - deep scratches and gouging all over the walls, and the expensive desk had collapsed. Gilded golden frames that had once hung proudly above teak planks had shattered across the floor.

Franco bent down to pick up one of Bane's limp tentacles. It was as cold as ice, and Bane's eyes had dilated, but his expression was that of terror. Which Hero could have done this?

Each corpse had no visible injuries, only a look of pure horror. Franco felt a shiver run down his giant spine. There was only one other Hero in the Northern Lands, which was 'Queen of the North' Aurora.

However, Aurora had never interfered with any of their squabbles, and had long shown her neutrality. Even if she had a mad hissing fit, improbable of her ice cold personality, she did not have the power to dispose of a Hero with as much ease as the assailant had shown.

Franco felt a chilling breeze blow past him, and he tucked his fur coat closer to his bulk. It took a moment for him to realise that there would not be wind in an enclosed ship.