Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 31, 2010 13:51:35 GMT -7
For once since the beginning of the Autumn season, the skies had cleared. The rains, which had begun only two weeks prior, had finally given reprieve to the sailors about the small colonial town of Dalian.
It was a small town, nothing like the large expanses of Port Voldan of the neighboring country, and harbored a great deal of variety when it came to the folk who stayed in the village. Buildings were small, and offered little to those stopping in for a walk about, but to those who lived there, it was a homestead that remained peaceful, and uneventful. It supported its citizens, and the government running the place were fair and resolute.
That was, until the day that Captain Cadivier and his crew settled in. It was often foretold about Cadivier's ruthless ways, but until it was experienced first hand, one would have thought the man to be a tad different than the others. This town was no exception, and became susceptible to his trecherous ways.
The government gave in to his demands, and soon found the village under scourge. Laws had been changed, and taxes raised. Civilians were evicted from their homes in order to offer the crew places of residence, while a new district was created to colonize the patrons that Cadivier deemed as worthless, and unworthy of his presence. The town fell into a term of depression, with no hopes of overthrowing the leading man, and despite his often leave to rage the seas, none had stepped up to challenge the pirate. He was unstoppable.
The pirate king passed soon thereafter, only to be succeeded by his son, and then by his grandson. Now, almost one hundred and fifty years since Cadivier's reign, Wentlock Cadivier ruled over the town. He was everything his grandfather had been, and then some, with the exception of his soft spot for the local wenches. Cadivier himself had never been partial to the scantily clad women, despite their endeavors to find favour in his eyes. This change in his kin found some hoping, just a little, that perhaps change would soon be in store.
Today, of all days, Wentlock himself was found in the tavern, surrounded by the staff and whores who weighted on him hand and foot, hoping to please their Lord. Of course, he was no pirate, as he had never been introduced into the ways, so instead, had become a pompous, aristocratic, leader of selfish and unsettling ways.
As he sat and drank his third ale, cooing sultry words to the wench on his right arm, a man burst in through the doors, panting breathlessly as he had obviously been running.
"The Ariedous Plague has just made port!"
The entire establishment stilled and became silent, staring with a mixture of shock, dismay, and curiosity as the man bounded out into the streets once more. And then, led by Wentlock, they poured after him.
Foriden Ternisle was not one to be taken lightly. He was nowhere near as ruthless as Cadivier, but was a feared pirate, nonetheless.
He ruled his domain known as the Ariedous Plague, his most beloved possession and pride. This vessel had been commandeered some years prior, when he was just a young lad of eighteen, and now, six years later, he ruled two of the seven seas. He was respected by the rest of the pirate congregation, and marvelled by most civilians. Dalian was one town he had yet to make an appearance in all his ten years of being a pirate captain.
As the ship's anchor was lowered, courtesy of one of many deck hands, Foriden moved from his cabin, striding across the wooden expanse toward the gangplank which had been lowered almost immediately upon his appearance.
At his side traveled Tenaiya Orum'pall, not first mate, but close enough as he was still looking for a reasonable pirate to take the job, both silent and beautiful to gaze upon.
As the two of them reached the lowered plank, Ternisle turned to the rest of his crew, announcing they were to stay for a week's time while he scouted out some new recruits and they were welcome to leave the ship's bounds. After this was done, he and Tenaiya left to walk the streets.
It was a small town, nothing like the large expanses of Port Voldan of the neighboring country, and harbored a great deal of variety when it came to the folk who stayed in the village. Buildings were small, and offered little to those stopping in for a walk about, but to those who lived there, it was a homestead that remained peaceful, and uneventful. It supported its citizens, and the government running the place were fair and resolute.
That was, until the day that Captain Cadivier and his crew settled in. It was often foretold about Cadivier's ruthless ways, but until it was experienced first hand, one would have thought the man to be a tad different than the others. This town was no exception, and became susceptible to his trecherous ways.
The government gave in to his demands, and soon found the village under scourge. Laws had been changed, and taxes raised. Civilians were evicted from their homes in order to offer the crew places of residence, while a new district was created to colonize the patrons that Cadivier deemed as worthless, and unworthy of his presence. The town fell into a term of depression, with no hopes of overthrowing the leading man, and despite his often leave to rage the seas, none had stepped up to challenge the pirate. He was unstoppable.
The pirate king passed soon thereafter, only to be succeeded by his son, and then by his grandson. Now, almost one hundred and fifty years since Cadivier's reign, Wentlock Cadivier ruled over the town. He was everything his grandfather had been, and then some, with the exception of his soft spot for the local wenches. Cadivier himself had never been partial to the scantily clad women, despite their endeavors to find favour in his eyes. This change in his kin found some hoping, just a little, that perhaps change would soon be in store.
Today, of all days, Wentlock himself was found in the tavern, surrounded by the staff and whores who weighted on him hand and foot, hoping to please their Lord. Of course, he was no pirate, as he had never been introduced into the ways, so instead, had become a pompous, aristocratic, leader of selfish and unsettling ways.
As he sat and drank his third ale, cooing sultry words to the wench on his right arm, a man burst in through the doors, panting breathlessly as he had obviously been running.
"The Ariedous Plague has just made port!"
The entire establishment stilled and became silent, staring with a mixture of shock, dismay, and curiosity as the man bounded out into the streets once more. And then, led by Wentlock, they poured after him.
Foriden Ternisle was not one to be taken lightly. He was nowhere near as ruthless as Cadivier, but was a feared pirate, nonetheless.
He ruled his domain known as the Ariedous Plague, his most beloved possession and pride. This vessel had been commandeered some years prior, when he was just a young lad of eighteen, and now, six years later, he ruled two of the seven seas. He was respected by the rest of the pirate congregation, and marvelled by most civilians. Dalian was one town he had yet to make an appearance in all his ten years of being a pirate captain.
As the ship's anchor was lowered, courtesy of one of many deck hands, Foriden moved from his cabin, striding across the wooden expanse toward the gangplank which had been lowered almost immediately upon his appearance.
At his side traveled Tenaiya Orum'pall, not first mate, but close enough as he was still looking for a reasonable pirate to take the job, both silent and beautiful to gaze upon.
As the two of them reached the lowered plank, Ternisle turned to the rest of his crew, announcing they were to stay for a week's time while he scouted out some new recruits and they were welcome to leave the ship's bounds. After this was done, he and Tenaiya left to walk the streets.
