Hank Scurvy

The Beginning
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Debut Years
Hank Barbossa, a mysterious pirate, found himself washed up on the port of Erahelm, battered and disoriented. The tragic events leading to his arrival were shrouded in mystery, buried deep within the depths of his fragmented memories. Larlan, also known as Rigel. a kind-hearted and unsuspecting leader of the Seraph Knights and lord of Erahelm, discovered Hank in his weakened state and extended a hand of compassion.

Unaware of Hank's true identity, Rigel saw a lost soul in need of guidance and took him under his wing. Hank's rugged appearance and rough demeanor initially masked his true potential. However, as they spent time together, Rigel couldn't help but notice Hank's exceptional fighting skills and the uncanny transformation that alcohol seemed to provoke.

Hank possessed a unique ability: the more he drank, the stronger he became in combat. It was a double-edged sword however, as the alcohol heightened his physical prowess but clouded his judgment and reasoning. Rigels recognized the duality of this trait within Hank and understood the need for balance.

Rigel made it his mission to help Hank harness his abilities and channel them for good. Under Rigels's guidance, Hank learned to control the effects of alcohol on his strength, ensuring that he remained sober enough to make sound decisions while still utilizing his enhanced fighting abilities.

The Searing skies
As the skies turned orange, signaling the impending danger, a sense of unease spread through the city of Erahelm. The war bells from Divinia's palace echoed through the streets, alerting Hank and the residents of the invasion. The sound of the bells sent chills down Hank's spine, knowing that this was a dire situation. Amidst the chaos, Rigel, wielding the divine blade Celestus, soared through the air with his majestic wings, intercepting a fiery onslaught unleashed by the bearded man who appeared to be on fire. With a swift strike, Rigel cleaved the ball of fire in half, but the destruction had already taken its toll. The once proud walls of Erahelm crumbled under the relentless assault. Rigel, commanding the remaining Seraph Knights, rallied the defenders, urging them to take their positions and defend their beloved city. Hank, driven by his own sense of duty and fueled by his potent drink, joined the fray, ready to assist in the battle. For three long days, the clash between the Seraph Knights and the Sunbeard pirates raged on. The sky became a battlefield as ships clashed in a fierce naval engagement. Despite the valiant efforts of Rigel and his forces, the invaders managed to plunder and wreak havoc upon the city. As the dust settled and the Sunbeard pirates retreated, the cost of the battle became apparent. Erahelm stood scarred and wounded, its once formidable defenses shattered. Forty-two percent of the Seraph Knights had fallen in the line of duty, and the weight of their loss weighed heavily on Rigel heart. Driven by grief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance, Rigel convened a meeting with the council of Divinia's palace, including the two paladins of Divinia, Leoni and Aero. They discussed the recent events and the threat posed by the Sunbeard pirates. In the midst of the tense discussion, Hank stormed into the room, demanding to be the one to slay the man responsible for the invasion. Rigel hesitated, aware of the risks and the darkness that lurked within Hank. But after a moment's contemplation, Rigel spoke, his voice filled with determination. "If you bring me the blade of Sunbeard, Hank Barbossa, you will have a rightful place within the halls of Divinia's palace," Larlan declared. The weight of the words hung in the air as Hank accepted the challenge, his eyes burning with a mix of determination and the shadow of his past. With the promise of a purpose and a chance for redemption, Hank embarked on a perilous journey to track down the elusive Sunbeard.

Battle of the legendary Sun Beard
Seven long weeks had passed since the devastating invasion of Erahelm, leaving the city in ruins and its inhabitants in despair. Hank Barbossa, had dedicated every moment to tracking down the elusive Sunbeard. His quest led him to a once-thriving Tortugan island, now reduced to nothing but smoldering ash and haunting memories.

As Hank set foot on the desolate island, an eerie presence filled the air, thickening with an oppressive heat. From the shadows emerged Sunbeard, a man of mass and muscle as well as being fueled by malice. Demanding an explanation for Hank's arrival, Sunbeard sneered, "I bet you've come for my head, you wretched blaggard."

Hank's audacity impressed Sunbeard. Barbossa had arrived alone, devoid of any companions or reinforcements. A tense silence enveloped them, anticipation building with each passing moment. Suddenly, Sunbeard's blade ignited with flames, the source of his formidable power. In an instant, before Hank could react, a devastating blow from the fiery fist of Sunbeard landed, propelling him backward into the wreckage of his own ship.

Emerging from the debris, Hank witnessed Sunbeard hovering above his vessel, wielding his fiery blade with unrelenting fury. With a single, merciless strike, the pirate's ship was engulfed in a sea of flames, rent asunder by the sheer force of Sunbeard's wrath. There was no turning back now.

For an entire month, Hank faced an unyielding onslaught, pitted against a foe who seemed more than human. He employed every cheap maneuver, every cunning trick to merely stay alive. Climbing the mast of his ship, Hank leaped from the crow's nest, his trusty flintlock aimed at Sunbeard's menacing form. The gunshot reverberated through the island, marking the moment when Barbossa's bullet found its mark, leaving Sunbeard with a solitary, wounded eye.

Landing back on the shoreline, Hank pushed through the pain and pressed on, determined to survive. But fate had other plans. The world began to tilt, and a coldness seeped into Barbossa's very being. His leg had been severed, leaving him crippled and desperate for a solution. In a desperate act, Hank discreetly lodged a broken blade into his gaping wound, a makeshift substitute for his missing limb.

As Sunbeard ominously loomed before him, preparing to deliver a final, devastating blow, Hank summoned all his remaining strength. With a swift, unexpected kick, Barbossa sliced open Sunbeard's chest, causing the pirate to recoil in agonizing pain. Rising to his feet, Hank limped away, clutching his drink, using the potent liquor to numb the excruciating agony of the blade lodged within his leg.

Seeking temporary refuge aboard Sunbeard's sloop, Hank discovered a game-changing revelation, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Sunbeard, now conscious but enraged, attempted to heal his wounds using the flames of the sun, leaving behind permanent scars as a grim reminder of his hubris. Unbeknownst to him, Hank had found a hidden advantage.

Driven by fury, Sunbeard stormed his own ship, an ominous silence enveloping the vessel's interior. Yet, as he turned around, his eyes fell upon a blood-soaked blade hurtling toward him. Sunbeard found himself impaled and incapacitated, pinned to the wall by the very weapon used to mark his chest. Emerging from the shadows, Barbossa with a singular leg, his gun now aiming to the left of Sunbeard, an unsettling grin stretching across his face.

Confusion gripped Sunbeard as he followed the line of the gun, his heart filling with dread as he realized the truth. Kegs. A myriad of explosive barrels, enough not only to sink the ship but to obliterate both Barbossa and himself in a cataclysmic blaze. In one climactic moment, with unflinching resolve, Hank pulled the trigger.

The deafening gunshot echoed through the ship, and a blinding light consumed the vessel. Flames roared to life, devouring everything in their path as the island became a pyre of destruction. In that cataclysmic inferno, Hank Barbossa had finally vanquished Sunbeard.

The Death Of Barbossa
He got scurvy, and died. Whomp whomp.