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xx Blood, Salt, and the Sea (Valkyrie)
« Thread started on: Jun 23rd, 2017, 01:22am »

The sun was at its highest point in the heavens by the time the Queen of Meer slowed to a stop at the harbor of Betoveren. As the ship came to a halt, a man stepped down onto the docks and, emanating a sense of purpose, he made his way up the pier, his eyes up, scanning the impressive skyline of the ancient city. The city of Betoveren itself was built into a steep slope, the ground rising dramatically so that the high, thin towers of the ancient Academy of Magic, on the opposite side of the city, seemed even taller than they truly were. The man smiled up at the unfamiliar turrets, before looking down, back at his own eye level, where the Cylosian market of Betoveren unfolded. The great market was immediately next to the harbor, and Cylosians could bring their goods down from their ships onto the vast clearing, crowded with thousands of Betoverenites, and sell their wares. It was here, amongst his people, that the man intended to find the people he needed.

Daan Janssen straightened at the edge of the pier, squinting in the sunlight, and scanned the piers. The merchants eyed him curiously from their stalls. They could tell, from the long, dark, elegant coat he wore, that he was a man to be respected, part of one of the aristocratic families of the vast Cylosian Empire, whose territory extended from the shores of Betoveren out to lands beyond where the sun set. But, if they had any understanding of Cylosian customs, they would know that he boasted none of the wealth and power of these ancient royal families. Under Cylosian law, only the eldest son inherited the title and lands of their family, leaving the other children on their own to make a name of their own, by exploring the edges of the seas, or serving gloriously in the Cylosian Navy or Army, or by building a mercantile empire of their own. Daan Janssen was worse than a second son, he was a second son’s second son. A few months earlier his cousins had decided that he was no longer wanted at “their” home, and he had been set on one of their trading vessels bound for the coastal cities beyond the borders of the Cylosian Empire. Daan, however, had no intentions of accepting this indignity. No, he was not going to accept that he had lost his homeland to his cousins. He would recruit a ship’s worth of mercenaries on the promise of the fortune of the Janssens, and return to take his land back. Now all that was left was to find the men mad enough to take on the Cylosian Empire’s aristocracy.

Daan strode confidently down the embankment, eyeing the goods the merchants peddled, his focus mostly on the people jumping down from their ships, trying to make out which of them would be best to recruit, and on how he would be able to recruit said sailors. That being said, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for his crew. Naturally, they would have to be something of a rule breaker, taking over a Cylosian estate would hardly be lawful work, but they would also need to be able to follow his orders. He frowned, wondering how this conundrum had evaded him in the weeks spent at sea, before leaning against a wall of one of the small, stone shops along the harbor, thinking hard, watching the passers by idly.
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xx Re: Blood, Salt, and the Sea (Valkyrie)
« Reply #1 on: Jun 26th, 2017, 5:39pm »

Not too far away from him, Daan would spy a short, stout man, dressed in fine merchant's clothing, shuffling around the boxes of cargo that had just arrived at the port. It seemed he was glancing at the shipments, and then scribbling something down in some sort of ledger, looking rather flustered as he muttered to himself.

Only it wasn't him that caught the noble's eye. It was the dark figure that seemingly materialized behind the man from the large crowd of people. This person was clad in an ebony navel jacket, and wore a black, slight worn looking tricorne, that hid their face in shadow. Daan was unable to make out any features, other than the long, dark brown hair that hung past their shoulders.

The mysterious new arrival cleared their throat loudly, barely audible over the noises of the market. Without looking up from his work, the merchant simply waved his hand in annoyance, shooing the figure away. It was then the figure cross their arms and spoke:
"I do believe we have some business to discuss, Mr. Greldfrei." The voice was distinctively female. As soon as heard the voice, the man supposedly called Mr. Greldfrei froze. Slowly, he turned to face the woman, his eyes widening in fear once he saw who it was.

"C-Captian Wilde! How nice of you t-"
"You know why I'm here." She cut him off, her tone sharp and dismissive. "Cough up the gold now."
"I-I-I'm not sure what you mea-"
"You bloody well know what I mean! Just give me my share and I'll leave you alone."
"Ah, that! Ah...well, you see...t-there was some...some...minor prob-"
Immediately, the captain glanced around her for any signs of guards and seized the small man by the arm, causing him to drop his book and practically dragged him towards one of the stone shop and ducking in behind one of the corner, out of view from the crowd. However, this just so happened to be on the other side of the shop of where Daan was standing, so he was in earshot of everything.

The woman shoved the poor merchant against the wall, pulling out a knife and pressing it to his throat.
"You better start speaking fast, or else my deal won't be the only thing cut today!" She hissed. Mr. Greldfrei was terrified.
"No, no! You don't understand! You weren't cut from the deal, it's just.."
"Yes?"
"He paid considerably less then he had promised!"
"Show me." She demanded, glaring at him. Quickly, Greldfrei fumbled around his person, until he produced a small leather purse. Taking the purse from his hand, the captain emptied its content on to her hand. Quite a large sum of gold coins spilled out on to her palm, but it was barely half of what she had been promised. She swore, before putting the coins back into the purse. She pressed the dagger harder against the merchant throat.

"Do realize how long it took me to get that shipment?! How many months I had to spend tracking that ship down just to get that crate?!" She snapped.
"I-I know! I tried to explain, but I wasn't in to position to argue!"
"Oh really? And how do I know your not hiding away most of the gold for yourself?"
"I-I swear I'm telling you the truth! That's all they gave me! I swear by the gods, that's all!"
SHe continued to hold him against the wall with her dagger, until she finally decided that he would be a fool if he was lying at this point.

Sheathing her blade, she backed away, allowing the merchant to go free. She then pocketed the leather purse.
"I'll be hanging on to this"
"B-but...what abou-"
"Number one rule of the sea, Mr. Greldfrei: Never associate with pirates."
Mr. Greldfrei opened his mouth, as if he was going to retort, then thought better of it and scurried away, not before shooting her a hateful glance.

Ren Wilde sighed. She had hoped to get a lot more gold out of this dealing, especially since the cargo was so precious. With that, she stepped out from behind the corner, glancing around once more, and began to walk to the other end of the harbor where her ship was dock, cursing under her breath as she went.
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xx Re: Blood, Salt, and the Sea (Valkyrie)
« Reply #2 on: Jun 30th, 2017, 9:05pm »

Leaned against the wall of an adjacent shop, Daan Janssen noticed the suspicious looking man and, after scrutinizing him for a moment, decided to pay him no heed. Certainly, he was a shifty fellow, but the crime he was likely hiding was smuggling, perhaps trading illicit goods hidden amongst a cargo hold’s worth of innocuous material. Daan was not quite familiar enough with the laws of Betoveren and its sister cities of the coast to be fully aware of what might exactly he might be trading, in his own homeport of Niiyaven the true crime of smuggling was not the goods but that they had not been taxed when brought into harbor. As the thought of home floated through his head, he sighed nostalgically. There was not a lot in Niiyaven that truly could be missed in Betoveren, the bustling port towns filled with exotic goods from across the world were quite similar, but there was something about his port town that made it unique, perhaps the familiarity he had with it, or perhaps the fact that he was known there, the son of a noble, one of the people the merchants would bow respectfully to whenever he stopped to talk to them. Here, in Betoveren, no one knew him, and, while he had drawn some stares when he had first arrived, Daan found himself already slipping into the background, no longer a novelty.

Daan was jerked out of his reverie by the sudden sound of a man being slammed against a wall. He looked over curiously, to find the merchant he’d spotted a moment ago pinned to the wall by the most unlikely person he had yet seen in the city. It was a woman, tall and fair, dressed in the dark coat and hat of many seamen, probably only a few years younger than Daan himself. It took him off guard to hear the fear in the old merchant’s voice, though he supposed she would have been intimidating to the man she’d just pinned to a wall with a dagger. It was even more surprising to hear a woman referred to as ‘Captain’. Amongst the Cylosian navy and merchant fleets, he doubted there was as much as a single female captain, though there were a number of merchant fleets owned by women that he knew of. Staring at her just enough to make out some of her facial features, Daan realized that this female captain was in fact an Aderian. Aderians were one of the many races of people that lived under the Cylosian Empire, their own native home having disappeared some centuries ago. While they were generally avoided on land, they were, Daan had to admit, masters of the sea, perhaps even equal to the Cylosians thenselves, in his eyes. This female Aderian seemed similarly attuned to the sea.

Daan concentrated on the two of them, listening carefully as she muttered angrily at the man. From what he could gather, the two of them had worked together to bring something presumably valuable to Betoveren, but they had both been stiffed by whoever had requested the mystery good. Regardless, he thought, he had found someone who may very well be the perfect person to work for him. Before him was an Aderian, with no qualms about avoiding the law, and staffed with a ship presumably packed to the brim with loyal pirates. Rising from the wall he’d set himself against, he dusted off his own elegant coat, and strode confidently towards the Aderian, keeping a distance for the time being as he followed her along the piers.
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