The Blood Tide: Lord Dagon Blackmoor and the Crimson Fleet
The seas of the World of 4EverMore have long been treacherous, but none fear the crashing waves more than the whispers of an ancient terror—the Crimson Fleet, a crew of undead marauders who ruled the black waters with blood-drenched cruelty. At their helm stood Lord Dagon Blackmoor, a vampire so old and wicked that even the Night Stalkers of the City of Night recoiled at the sound of his name.
It is said that when the Crimson Fleet set sail, the sea itself turned red, the winds carried the screams of the damned, and the only mercy one could pray for was a swift death. But few ever got that mercy…
The Curse of Lord Blackmoor
Long before he became a monster, Dagon Blackmoor was a mortal man—a ruthless pirate who sailed the Veil Sea, looting, killing, and hunting for treasures that no human had the right to claim. He was obsessed with the Ebon Crown, a legendary relic said to grant its wearer eternal life at a terrible cost.
For years, he hunted it, cutting down rivals, betraying his own men, and seeking out forbidden magic. Until, at last, in the ruins of a forgotten island, he found the crown resting upon the skeletal remains of its last wearer. He ignored the warnings carved into the stone:
"The wearer shall know eternity, but the price shall be the sea itself. The dead will rise, the blood will run, and no soul shall find peace."
Blackmoor placed the crown upon his head—and the curse took hold. His heart ceased to beat. His flesh grew cold. His thirst for gold was replaced by an unholy craving for blood. But worst of all, his crew—his entire fleet—rose from the depths as undead horrors, bound forever to his will.
The Reign of the Crimson Fleet
For centuries, the Crimson Fleet ruled the seas, their ghostly black ships cutting through the mist like death itself. Their victims never saw them coming—only the flash of crimson sails before the slaughter began. No ship was spared, no crew left alive… unless they chose to join them.
And many did.
For Blackmoor offered a choice to those he found worthy: Die screaming, or drink from his chalice and become one of his eternal crew. Many desperate souls took the deal, only to discover that undeath under Blackmoor’s rule was a fate worse than drowning.
They became The Drowned Ones, cursed to serve him for eternity, unable to step foot on land without crumbling into dust. Their eyes glowed like embers, their veins ran black with cursed saltwater, and their hunger for blood was as endless as the ocean itself.
The Fall of the Blood Tide
The Crimson Fleet’s reign seemed unstoppable—until they made one fatal mistake.
Drunk on power, Blackmoor set his sights on RoseHaven, believing he could storm the kingdom and claim the Heartstone of the Mad Hatter, a gem said to hold enough enchantment to break his curse. But the rulers of RoseHaven—Alice, the Day Walker Queen, and her chaotic ally, the Mad Hatter—were not so easily conquered.
As the Crimson Fleet sailed into their waters, they were met with a storm unlike any the world had ever seen. The sky split open, the sea rose up in fury, and enchanted chains, forged from the bones of lost sailors, dragged Blackmoor’s fleet beneath the waves.
It is said that Alice herself whispered the final words of the curse:
"You shall have eternity, pirate king… but never freedom."
The sea swallowed them whole, dragging Blackmoor and his crew into the abyss. And for a time, the ocean was quiet once more.
The Legend Lives On
But some say the Crimson Fleet is not gone.
Sailors claim to see their phantom ships lurking in the Veil Sea when the moon is full, their crimson sails billowing in a wind that does not blow. The lost souls of the Drowned Ones can be heard singing haunting shanties that chill the bones of any who dare to listen.
And sometimes, on the darkest of nights, when the waves crash like thunder, a shadowed figure is said to walk along the shorelines of 4EverImmortal—a man with eyes like burning coals, a coat dripping with seawater, and a golden crown blackened with age.
Waiting.
Watching.
For the day the curse breaks… and the Blood Tide rises once more.
