The holy Creylen, Alerter to sailors

Without food, you're not well even with jaws. The famine that came was the most violent in the lands of the Undead Empire. The hardest hit were those who needed help, the pilgrims. Even the poorest farmer still had a piece of green bread somewhere, but the pilgrims, yes, the pilgrims, they really had nothing!

So they could not possibly accomplish their task, impossible to repent for their iniquities, impossible to praise the holiness of the Bone Queen. But there was one who refused to despair and threw his life on the line time and time again to allow the pilgrims to make the journey without becoming too weak to pray. Creylen got into his rotten boat every day and went to the only place where the last fish were hiding at that time: the reef of Nathair Creag.

No matter how terrible the current was and how violent the storm, day after day he ventured out, snatched a handful of fish from Aquas greedy claws and returned home. But he kept nothing of his catch, he gave it all to the poor and weak. And though he was already skin and bones, he did his work again and again, without ever doubting or hesitating. Only one man saw Creylene's actions with growing displeasure. Aqua, heartless murderer of all fishermen and sailors, envied his fame and devised a cruel plan. He sent his most disgusting demon, a giant sea serpent that rested in a cave deep beneath the Nathair Creag Reef and had already torn apart countless boats and ripped apart fishermen.

The next day Creylen went out to the reef again, not knowing what was waiting for him. All of a sudden, a huge wall of flesh and scales piled up in front of him, and a creature made up of thousands of years of evil showed its disgusting face. It was ugly, countless eyes, spikes all down his back and a slobbering mouth in which shreds of skin and flesh still hung between his teeth… On the jagged scales were still the remains of past victims, the remains of ships and men, ropes, nets, planks, bones, skulls…a being from the deepest depths of nightmares.

Creylen knew he had no chance of defeating the Beast. But give up because of that? Never, not while there was still a single lump of blood pumping through his veins! And so he took an axe and put up a fierce fight, defending himself with true heroism and even cutting out the wretched demon's eye. The Demon hurled his body back and forth in pain, and Creylen was whirled around and was not crushed against the stones in the reef, only because his arm got tangled in a net by a divine intervention of the Bone Queen. But he knew that it was over, because the fact that he could harm the beast at all had already been tremendous luck - he could never win.

At that moment, when he was threatening to despair, a plan sprouted in him: he did not try to escape or to free his arm - on the contrary. He tightened the snares, pulled the net over his whole body and still wrapped every rope around it that he could feel with his bony fingers. He lashed his body against the beast as tightly as he could, so that he could not be shaken off.

Should he not be able to defeat the demon, he could at least make sure that no one else would be hurt. So he decided, tied on the back of the beast, to warn all those whom Aquas lapdog approached. The beast, of course, didn't like that, tried to get rid of him, but it didn't help, he was firmly moored. For years now it wandered about, unable to sleep because Creylen was on its back, and couldn't eat any more because it warned every boat with a loud, ominous howl.