"Step lively now, your Admiral is on board!"
As Admiral of the mighty Claddish Navy, Kunkka was charged with
protecting the isles of his homeland when the Demons of the Cataract
made a concerted grab at the lands of men. After years of small sorties,
and increasingly bold and devastating attacks, the Demon Fleet flung
all its carnivorous ships at the Trembling Isle. Desperate, the
Suicide-Mages of Cladd committed their ultimate rite, summoning a host
of ancestral spirits to protect the fleet. Against the Demons, this was
just barely enough to turn the tide. As Kunkka watched the Demons take
his ships down one by one, he had the satisfaction of wearing away their
fleet with his ancestral magic. But at the battle's peak, something in
the clash of demons, men and atavistic spirits must have stirred a
fourth power that had been slumbering in the depths. The waves rose up
in towering spouts around the few remaining ships, and Maelrawn the
Tentacular appeared amid the fray. His tendrils wove among the ships,
drawing demon and human craft together, churning the water and wind into
a raging chaos. What happened in the crucible of that storm, none may
truly say. The Cataract roars off into the void, deserted by its former
denizens. Kunkka is now Admiral of but one ship, a ghostly rig which
endlessly replays the final seconds of its destruction. Whether he died
in that crash is anyone's guess. Not even Tidehunter, who summoned
Maelrawn, knows for sure.
