From the bridge of the Kraken, Talogan watched as the second fleet he had seen today made port at the fishing hamlet. Save for one. A single orcish war vessel had peeled off from the rest of them and was now in pursuit of the Kraken. For a time, it looked to be gaining on them. But a single gust of wind courtesy of Nyx was able to put more than enough distance between them for a nice clean geta-. "Captain! Storm's coming!" Hurrik called from the crow's nest. Talogan looked towards the bow of the ship and saw the storm that lay ahead, dark clouds swirling, thunder rumbling, lighting cracking the sky. As the crew looked to their captain for orders, they would see a zealous look appear on his face. The religious fanaticism he was known for bubbled to the surface as he stared intently at the approaching maelstrom. For though his crew looked ahead and saw a storm, Talogan looked ahead and saw a sign from the Mighty One himself.

"He is watching." Talogan said. "Maglubiyet is watching. And he is displeased." Talogan then turned his gaze away from the storm and looked to his crew. "Mr. Fishbones! Hard to starboard!" Talogan ordered. "All hands prepare for battle! Ready your weapons! Hoist the black flag! Tie on your lifelines and ensure they are secure! And prepare the oil! The Mighty One has his eyes upon us, and I'll be damned before let him see naught but a display of cowardice from the warriors of this ship!" With that said, Talogan moved across the vessel to where the lifelines were kept and tied one of them around his waist. Once he had made sure the lifeline was secure, Talogan went to stand at the prow as the ship turned away from the storm and towards the orcs. As the warship came into view, Talogan recited a prayer in the goblin tongue that formed a Shield of Faith around him in preparation for combat.