The minotaur

The kraken finally took notice of the ships leaving the mist, you could almost see the change in it demeanor instantaneously. The wave slowed and became less harsh and the many smaller whirlpools disappeared. Even the storm clouds began to roll back as the fleet came closer. The minotaur and his ships were deep inside the safety of the mist cheering for their new saviors. They met a few battleships that stayed behind to board the trespassing ships and most likely relieve them of any treasures as payment for their help.

No one dared object, if the elves took rakan's helm he'd find it a fair trade for his and the lives of his men.

The mist was no obstacle for the elves as their eyes could see through it as if it wasn't even there, it was a magical mist continuously cast in the towers of Bruttan and Scottchlin (the island bases that sat a few miles off the south east and south west of the ires southern most coasts). They did not fear the horrors of the deep black sea, rather the black sea feared the elves.

Their magic was ancient, more powerful than the thre'an mages and was capable of besting even the sea. No horror dared to enter the mist and no horror that did ever returned from those waters. Elves were among the oldest of the known immortal races and one of the last left in the world. Their numbers were truly abysmal having survived many great wars before the time of men and mages.

They knew the secrets of the titan trees and were the keepers of the fey, masters of arcana and elemenral magics and well versed in martial combat often intertwining the two seamlessly. Off the bow of the ship a beautiful female elf with golden hair and silver eyes that pierced through the distance yelled in elvish something Rakan could not make out but got the general intent of as lines of thirty or so elves across the fleet came forward brandishing long eccentric bows that shined the same silver as the handle on fellbringer.

She shouted a second command as these archers let loose arrows (that seamed to be made of pure light) at such speed you could not see the string hands of the elf that let them loose. High into the air they soared before dropping down like lightning onto the monster.

A hundred arrows came down upon the monster piercing its hide causing the kraken to flail and wretch as electricity encircled its body where the arrows were protruding. The archers didn't relent continuing to let loose more and more arrows as several elves dressed in shining blue robes made their way in front of the line. They each carried long beautiful swords that hung gracefully at their hips, they each jumped to the water and began to run across as if it was solid ground with great speed at their colossal foe unsheathing their swords revealing the long shining blades.

They seemed to dance as they made their way up the krakens body using the many arrows now sticking from its body, they slash huge gashes into its body along the way. Black blood flowed from the wounds as the creature hissed in pain, one of the elves lobbed off one of its left arms. It tried its best to swat away the elven swordsmen with its remaining arms and its tentacles but the speed and agility of its assailants was far greater than it.

The kraken decided to do the only thing it could so it wouldn't be slaughtered, leave the fight. It dove into its whirlpool hoping to drown its assailants and make a get away. The elves all jumped from their foe and landed on the water with such grace Rakan could have sworn the sea was solid. The moved in a "v" like formation back to the lead ship sheathing their swords.

Rakan and his men cheered, they had made it out alive against the kraken, a feet they hadn't expected to accomplish. They were now at the mercy of their saviors, a plight totally separate from their previous. Elves were notoriously territorial and not fond of uninvited guests, they chose not to destroy Rakan and his remaining ships but that didn't mean they were scott free or that they would be aloud to shore to get provisions. They may even be made to go back into the sea to fair their own.

Rakan prayed they would be given some sort of convoy at least passed the savage seas so they could get to their home port in the La'velle. As the elves turned their attention back to their intruders it felt as if all the men were holding their breath. They made it easy for the elves to board the ship, Rakan stood at the end of the boarding plank with his hand outstretched as the female elf ( who was clearly in charge of the fleet) strolled across. She showed no emotions, just a piercing stare from her icy blue eyes.

"I assume you are the captain of this vessel?" She said, her voice was beautifully melodic almost like a song in itself. " aye, i'm the commander of these vessels, Rakan from the family Tyrren. My men and i were on our way home when we were set upon by that devilish kaiju. We owe you our thanks." He tried to seem as grateful as he could, it also helped this elf was a beautiful female elf and the minotaur was known to bewitch a maiden or two in his time. " thanks but not the truth. You believe that we do not know from which you came and what you did there? That we are oblivious to the goings on of Thre'a? That we do not know you and your war machine didn't come in the cover of darkness and kill innocents as if they were ants under your feet?"

Rakan had lost the color in his face, fear crept as the elf spoke and he no longer wanted to remain in their presence. He feared for his mens lives, he feared for his own. The last thing they needed was to undergo the elfs sense of justice( which was rumored to be worse than death for mortals).

" We have been instructed to take you to the port of Bruttan, you and your men will face the elves justice."