Re: (Konung) The Lesser Temple of Jormungandr
Anik knew that there had once been a civilization - land - in the place known now as the Seas of Jormungandr. The civilization had been mighty, but vain - their ultimate goal, as a people, was to master their control over the weather, using scientific and sorcerous means. Their kingdom was a desert, the few fertile areas filled with the farms needed to support such a nation, and their science-sorcerers desired rain, and with that, bounty.
The rain came, but never stopped.
This ship was one of the last bastions of the civilization, built using their own uncanny methods, until it was sunk from a horror beneath the waves. The ship had, in its service, an elemental of fire - trapped with magic and bound in steel, it fueled the ship.
"I command the thing known as the Kraken," said Konung, "But I do not exert full control. Nay, it is a dangerous and fickle thing, a beast that loves destruction and death.. but it listens to me. I am its master, and it knows. It will not attack me or my guests unless it is berserk."