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Madam Midnight and the Sky Pirates

Madam Midnight and the Sky Pirates

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Introduction

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Madam Midnight and the Sky pirates.

Well, well, well I see you’ve come to take a look at possibly the funniest adventure ever told about a bunch of sky rats.

It all starts far below the clouds on the ground amongst the civil folk.
In the wholesome kingdom of Valdmire.
The King has just had his 111th birthday and he’s beginning to feel his age. As he ate his 7 layer cake and watched the birthday ball take place he began to think. He began to think about all the things wrong with his kingdom, all the things he’d dismissed over the years just for an easy life.
It all seemed rather foolish now when his life seemed so near to ending.
Such thoughts made the old man stroke his long white beard tenderly.

Away from the birthday ball of the King, down in the heart of Valdmire streets was Madam Midnight.
She was sitting quite smugly as always in her make shift throne sipping on a goblet of poison.
All around her girls of all shapes and sizes were making money. Chaperoning all sorts of customers all about the place for a fine sum of gold, ruby or jewel.
Madam Midnight sighed at the sight of them all.

The night went on and the morning eventually came.
At which point a bustle of kingdom guards arrived at the door step of Madam Midnight’s humble abode requesting her presence in front of the king.
Madam Midnight lit up with a smile. Perhaps the old king had finally decided to remarry after 40 years of lonesome ruling. She greedily thought of all the money she’d have whilst applying extra red lipstick.
Unfortunately on arriving she realised that marriage wasn’t really on the Old King’s mind.

You see Madam Midnight was everything she appeared to be.
A madam.
She collected pretty faces to then home, rent and sell them for an even prettier fee.
She even had a girl who looked like the kings daughter and that always paid well.
The King had turned a blind eye to her business as she did it in a very civil way but no more.
The King had changed on the night of his 111th birthday and had decided to start putting right his kingdom for the sake of his daughter who would one day rule.
It was unfortunate for madam Midnight that he had decided to start with her.

And so the adventure begins for these events cause a whirlwind of events that will change the lives and ways of many.


MAIN PLOT

As Madam Midnight did her best to move her business out of the Kingdom before the King took it from her she seethed within and snarled rude things under her breath.
The King would pay for his sudden change in heart. For costing her all her clients and trades he would most certainly pay!
And at that moment Madam Midnight caught sight of the girl who looked like the King’s daughter and a terrific but awful idea sprang to life in her mind.

The King would most certainly pay.


Character places:

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Madam Midnight| NPC by GM

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The King| NPC

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The Princess| Taken by the GM

The Sky Pirates:
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The Captain| Taken: By Hingyou
Debatably the most funny of all the crew members with his terrible decisions that tend
to lead them from one mishap to the next. All in all a great captain though in heart.

The Crew| FULL:

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Place| 1: Taken by Mslovebug
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Place| 2: Taken by Cypher
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Place| 3: Taken by Nicolbaka
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Place| 4: Taken by Taefaros



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Madam Midnight's request to the Respectful Captain Ravensdale.

To whom it may concern I, Madam Midnight offer thirteen thousand in gold for the capture of the Princess Elizabeth Grey of Valdmire. I offer a further twelve thousand for her safe journey to me.

On entering this agreement you will be entering a contract. This will ensure that you, your crew and ship will be under my orders until the Princess is delivered to me. Only then will we exchange flesh for gold. If you in anyway divert from the agreement I assure you no one will bargain, trade or deal with you again.

Whilst she is in your care I expect you to restrain from spoiling her so that future profit will not be compensated. Any attempt to sell the Princess for self gain will be prevented by my sources by any means necessary.

I do hope you consider my request. Looking at the numbers I'm sure you'll agree it's an offer you simply...cannot refuse. Once you have completed the said mission all records of our dealings will be destroyed.

Yours Sincerely,

Madam Midnight



Life was a web and the Madam was a rather large spider. She placed down her feather quill and smiled smugly with those rich red lips she used to seduce so many poor souls with. With this letter presented to all the under-scum of Valdmire she would have the Princess soon enough and then...her wicked way.

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Elizabeth Grey -Princess of Valdmire




Elizabeth sat at her dressing table with eyes of Emerald in the candle light. She stared at her reflection with a vacant expression deep in thought about the past few weeks. After her fathers birthday celebrations he had become distant and strange. Suddenly the Kingdom was being purged of it's dark rotten areas which were beforehand swarmed by bad people and bad business. Suddenly her father cared about the things he'd chosen to ignore for the past One hundred and ten years and it worried her.

Elizabeth was no fool. It was all over the King's wary, wrinkled face. He was a crumbling mountain reaching its end. A cliff face tired of being eroded by the harshness of the sea. He was old and...

She couldn't say it, not even in her head she couldn't be frank with herself and admit that her father was on his last legs. Instead she glanced away from her own reflection uncertainly almost frightened by the realisation she saw in her eyes and moved away from her dresser altogether.

With her candle in hand the Princess made her way over to her bed which could sleep at least Ten others and slipped off her silk Dressing gown. She perched on the edge of the soft mattress and looked down at herself. No one but her maids had seen her this way, with loose hair and night dress...if her father 'left her' that would change. The young girl climbed into bed and snuggled down looking a lot like a dolly in the centre of the puffy quilt.

The world was about to become most strange to her and she wasn't quite sure she was ready. With her slanted eyes drooping the Princess turned to her candle and and blew out the flame.

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#, as written by Hingyou
To Madam Midnight. My most humble greeting to you, my lady.

In response to your request I, Captain Adair Ravensdale, take upon myself the task of the abduction of Princess Elizabeth Grey of Valdmire, as well as her delivery to the specified location of your preference. In doing so, I expect a total compensation of twenty five thousand in gold as per your offer.

Naturally, I hereby abide to the conditions imposed by the consequent contract and shall personally take responsibility for the guardianship of the Princess in regards to her health and chastity. Furthermore, I submit command over my ship, crew and myself to you until the conditions to the specified contract are met and acknowledge the consequences that may befall should I fail to meet your expectations.

Let me express a personal gratitude for seeking us, and to a prosperous agreement for the both of us.

Yours cordially,

Captain Adair Ravensdale.

P.S.: Should the transportation of Princess Elizabeth suppose significant additional expenses, I trust you will be willing to engage in further negotiation.




With poor hand-writing worthy of a small child with broken hands, but proper words unbecoming of a pirate, so went the response Madam Midnight received days after contacting the crew of Sky pirates.

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Adair Ravensdale - Captain of the ship.


No sound but the calm gust of the wind crashing against the sails of a lone ship polluted the silence of the night sky. Surrounded by the darkness of the night, the boat cut through the air at great speed, majestically floating through the clouds, defying the laws of nature. Nothing other than further blackness extended in the horizon, yet the flying vehicle sailed surely in a straight line, certain of its destination. At the front of the fine vessel, sitting next to the bowsprit with one leg hanging like a pendulum outside the safety of the ship's deck, Captain Ravensdale was looking straight at the never-ending, dark mantle of the sky with a smile printed on his face and eyes struggling to remain open against the cold wind. Nothing but the poor illusion of a calm pirate. Though composed at first sight, a second glance could confirm that the captain was beyond any possibility of soothing. The corners of his smile twitched in fixed intervals and his left hand gripped firmly the hat that symbolized his status as a captain while the right one tapped continuously on the wooden floor of the ship. Adair was filled with the uncomfortable excess of energy of anticipation; the only reason why he had decided to remain on the front of the deck was because he wanted to witness the moment when the lights of Valdmire's central city appeared before them. After all, it had been a long time since his face beamed with such excitement as in that instant. Yes, that night promised to be full of thrills.

It had only been a few days since a young woman had somehow managed to make contact with the ship through many struggles, all for the sake of delivering a letter to him. Never in any amount of centuries would Adair have been able to predict that an offer as daring and compensating as the one in the letter the girl carried would be given to him. The sender was none other than Madam Midnight, a woman of great reputation he had only heard about in rumors. Though in appearance merely a madam, she obviously had more contacts and resources than would be expected from someone of her kind, reason why she had gained quite a reputation in the underworld; this, however, he had only realized when he received the letter. While his poorly written response would suggest a different thing, the captain had to admit he had only been able to partially read the letter, as the moment his eyes gazed on the very generous amount of gold he would receive should he succeed in capturing the Princess, the rest of the words seemed to become small and blurry. Whether it had been intentional or not, it still remained true that starting the message by writing down a huge number accompanied by the word gold at the very beginning had had a great effect on the greedy captain of the ship. Otherwise, it wasn't likely that Adair would have accepted the demanding terms of the contract Madam Midnight had set on him... or not. Money was money regardless of the order it was mentioned in, and the ultimate truth was that he wanted it, needed or not.

It was surprising the complete negligence with which he had tackled the issue. He didn't question even for a second how their contractor had been able to find them, nor how she had such a ridiculous amount of money from dealing with young girls, not even why she could possibly want to kidnap the Princess (any other noble would probably offer just as much money for their daughter anyway and the risk wouldn't be as high). Even now, when in only a few minutes he would be attempting to capture none other than the Princess of Valdmire, he was far more nervous and excited than scared; after all, consequences were something he had resigned to think about since a long time ago. In his mind, he already had his plan set in stone, so why should he be worried? He had only briefly considered a silent infiltration in the King's residence at first, which would allow them to fly away peacefully and switch places between the Princess and the girl who had carried Madam Midnight's letter (who bared an uncanny resemblance to Princess Elizabeth) without raising suspicion. However, in order to achieve that, he would require many men able to both climb on the walls of the mansion and defend themselves from guards if necessary, and the only member of his crew he could picture doing that was Django, who he would rather not send by himself. Hence, and much to his own satisfaction, he decided to resort to a different tactic that would appeal more to his own style: a frontal assault!

Even though the inside of the King's massive residence was an unknown labyrinth to outsiders, one could guess which areas contained rooms and which didn't based on the structure of the buildings as seen from the outside. Now then, aside from the main anchor, the ship counted with other three supplementary ones that could be used at the same time if necessary. With those two pieces of information, the course of action seemed very obvious to Adair: they would fly above the clouds before reaching the mansion's grounds to avoid being spotted before arriving; once they were at their destination, they would descend and drop the four anchors on the spots they had already determined were most likely closest to the Princess' chambers, after which some of the crew members would be able to descend and infiltrate. Once one of them found Princess Elizabeth, they would give a signal and the lookalike girl would descend and switch places with her; after that, they would retreat, pretending they failed at whatever purpose the attack had. Was the plan perfect? Of course not! The moment an anchor touched the ceiling, they had to keep track of a countdown before guards began to appear and the Princess was evacuated in a matter of minutes. Did the plan guarantee their safety? Most certainly not! The captain hadn't even thought of a retreat signal in case they couldn't find the Princess in time! Did the plan allow for a safe escape route? Again, no! If they didn't act fast enough, they could have a ship following them as they tried to fly away. Why on earth would it work then? Because if getting to a member of the royal family was as easy as infiltrating through regular means, something like this would've happened years ago. Besides, the strong point of utterly preposterous ideas such as this was that no one thought anyone would actually dare to try them.

Adair was mentally going through the plans when suddenly something caught his attention in the distance: city lights! As adrenaline began to run through his system, he jumped to his feet while his grin and eyes widened.

"Come out, ye lot! 'Tis time!", he exclaimed as he made his way towards the quarter deck on the opposite end of the ship with an energetic yet strangely dignified pace. On his way there, he stomped strongly on the spot he knew also served as the ceiling of Fingall's cabin, where he would most likely be doing... whatever he did in there other than sharpening his many edged possessions. He repeated the procedure for Juliet's room and the kitchen, as he wasn't sure which of the two the woman would be in; she rarely ever came out of the kitchen, but then again, that wasn't the moment to be doing anything there.

"Frey, Django! Out!", unsure of where the remaining two would be, he simply called for them in a loud voice. Having been aboard the ship for longer, they weren't as reclusive as Juliet and Fingall, so they didn't necessarily have to be in their rooms.

As he waited for the crew to assemble on the dock, he glanced back at the city lights, which shined as brightly as the gold their dear Princess Elizabeth would help them obtain.

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Some Time Ago...


"Oh my, oh my, how dreadful..." Fingall MacCreary was tutting over a note on his desk that Captain Ravensdale had written. He had been staring at it for the better part of a day, as a matter of fact. Adair had handed it to him that morning over breakfast for proofreading, and over the course of the long working day it had become no clearer. The financier could only wonder whom had taught the good captain his penmanship lessons. Mayhap it had been some sort of old god, or someone who only knew a foreign language, far separated from the proper Valdic he had learned. He had only learned what the purpose of the note had been, in fact, when Adair had told the crew they were going to kidnap the Princess of Valdmire.

He hoped he had kept his reaction under control. It would have been most ungentlemanly for him to stab his king in the intestines over the kidnapping of the heiress apparent to the throne of his country.

Aside from his rampant jingoism, Fingall had his own reservations about the kidnapping. For one thing, this wasn't some penny urchin in a dark alley--this was the princess of the realm, for God's sakes! She would be heavily guarded, of course, and given Adair's penchant for going in guns blazing, they would only have a matter of minutes to slip in with the faux princess and out with the real ones. That was a few minutes to either avoid or disable the castle's staff and guard complement, break into the princess's chambers and perform the switch, not to mention engage in some sort of diversionary tactic to draw attention away from the princess's chambers, a task which Fingall volunteered to perform, but wasn't sure whether or not he would actually be performing during the raid. For another, even if there was a clean escape, there was no way to tell that their ship wouldn't be identified--or what if, say, there was a bounty put out? What if someone saw the princess aboard their ship? They would have literally the force of an entire nation trying to run them down.

To say that Fingall wasn't at least a little nervous would be a lie. But he was confident, at least to some small extent, in his captain, and (moreso) in his crew, and he trusted that they would get him through this debacle alive.




Now


Shhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrr...

Fingall had his grinding wheel out again. He was glad for the little wood-burning engine that he had acquired and retrofitted to the machine; as good as the exercise was for his calves and thighs, he had to admit that his gentleman's vegetables something fierce. The little stove powered the foot pedals that spun the grindstone, and all he had to do was make sure not to be burned and keep the fire stoked up and he could sharpen to his heart's content.

Fingall was very fond of sharpening his lovelies. He was quite good at it, as well.

Take this particular blade, for example. Fingall had been working at this particular weapon for several hours now, despite the fact that previously it had been sharp enough to shave the wings from a fruit fly in a single swipe. It was a rapier that had been given to him some months ago as a gift for rescuing a minor noble's son from a bar fight whilst Fingall and Django had been drinking; in addition to a hefty purse of gold for the lezard and gratis repairs and refits to the ship's hull, of course. It was well made, of fair quality and little wear, and Fingall had seen fit to use it properly in the short time (compared to many of his blades) that he'd owned it. In addition to being a fine potato peeler and vegetable slicer, it served admirably as a letter opener! And Fingall supposed that, in a fight, it would do its job fairly well... Fairly well.

Fingall had a great many other fencing blades he would prefer to use. This one was just too pretty for actual fighting, like an ornamental chestpiece or a ceremonial robe--great to look at, but easily ruined when used for its truest purpose. So, it remained a kitchen implement. Which was ironic, in a way, because Fingall was pretty sure that somewhere in his collection was a kitchen knife he used as a fighting blade--

TUMP. TUMP. TUMP.

That was the captain calling for him, he imagined--and sure enough, here he was shouting down the gangway. Fingall sighed, dressing himself in a padded waistcoat of deep chocolate brown over a dark gray shirt and brown trousers, and his softest pair of boots. He quickly tied on his belts and his shortest fighting sword--an arming sword with a slightly curved, double-edged blade--and threw his knife band around his neck, tucking its ends beneath his waistcoat before grabbing several small lengths of leather cordage and tying down the sleeves of his shirt and the cuffs of his pants--a necessary precaution to prevent the loose ends of his clothing from flapping, making unnecessary noise and generally being a nuisance. Once these tasks were complete, he quickly scrambled through the dark entrails of the ship and climbed to the deck, letting the cool night air grace his features as he watched the lights of Valdmire close in the distance.

He assumed a place several paces from the Captain, a respectful and polite distance, and called to him in the loudest voice he dare use (even though they were far from the city, Fingall was nervous about alerting anyone to their presence). "What ho, Captain Ravensdale? I am here, as you requested. Is the hour of reckoning nearly upon us?"

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Faulkner Frey

Frey didn’t wake up until the afternoon. Normally an early riser, sleeping in so late could only be the result of one thing and his throbbing head confirmed it: Django had gotten him to drink again. His memory was foggy- they had gotten some new job, one that paid well enough to put everyone in a celebratory mood. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks when he realized he was in his pajamas; he doubted he could have managed that on his own. But then, it wasn’t the first time this had happened and at least there weren’t any weird drawings on him this time.

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The breeze whipped his already wild hair into a frenzy. He liked it up here in the crow’s nest. It was cold and sometimes hard to breathe, but the other crew members seldom made the climb so it was the perfect place when he wanted to be alone. This was his domain anyway, from up here the whole world stretched out like one of his maps only more vibrant and alive.

He couldn’t believe what they were about to do. Capture the princess? Drop anchors onto a building? Did the Captain come up with this plan during last night’s party? Still if one was going to kidnap the princess (and with that reward there were few people who wouldn’t) Faulkner was hard pressed to come up with a better plan. That didn’t make it any less stupid though. If it were up to him they would sneak into town and scout the place out, learn the guard rotations, make maps….but the Captain had no patience for that sort of thing….

As the light of the day began to fade he dismantled his pistol and cleaned it, making sure all the parts were pristine before loading and tucking it back into it’s holster- a routine he’d repeated at least three times that day. Then he took one last look through his spy glass and climbed down to the deck. On his way to his room he stopped by the galley for a small slice of bread with cheese. It was time to get ready.

Frey knew it would be difficult for him to get the princess if he was the one who found her. Things would be so much simpler for Fingall and Django who could easily toss the girl over a shoulder and run back to the anchor. He wasn’t sure what Juliet’s plan was, but he was hoping he could convince the princess he was some sort of palace dweller so that she would come with him of her own volition and that required dressing up.

He sighed as he looked the result of his labors in the mirror. Even with all his best clothes and his hair tied back in an orderly ponytail (it had taken several tries to get it that way) it was still a long shot. At least he assumed as much, he’d dealt with nobles before but only minor ones and he really had no idea what to expect from palace folk. But then, there was always his pistol if his “disguise” didn’t work out. He had two shots so if brandishing the weapon wasn’t enough to intimidate her he could afford a shot at her feet; though he really hoped he wouldn’t have to since the noise would send all guards toward him. When he heard the captain calling for him he went over everything in his head to be sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. He was clean, well dressed, wearing boots (for once), his hair was up, his pistol was clean and loaded at his side, he had extra ammunition in his right pocket, a compass in his left. Yes, he couldn’t think of anything else he might need to bring or do so he made his way to the deck with the others.

He took a deep breath, “Ready to board, Captain!”

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One roaming the deck might have glanced upward in passing to catch the shimmer of scales against the moon. And the voice above would sound, 'Allo!, complemented by the glow of a live smoking pipe. "Out of the nest, baby bird," he'd go to the young navigator who occupied the crow's, for that was clearly lizard territory, and to deny this would surely result in a horrible fate. Tonight was different, however. He left his reservations with the wine barrels. The monstre lay dormant, oddly enough, perfectly contented with a tipsy Frey, letting Finny rant and rile over handwriting fit for ill-headed children (and Django himself could have hardly done better) while Bendlet huffed over broths. To the captain, he had no use in squabbling—it is impossible, Addie; why are you such a bastard, Addie—when he could speak with a knowing quirk of the brow. It was the feverish energy that had him bristling, seemingly resting otherwise, as he perched atop the main mast, plotting, scheming, having a laugh.

Right, perched was an odd term. Adhered, more like. He was unperturbed. Gusts whipped at unruly hair. An old formal shirt hung from the red sash round his waist, threatening to blow away at a moment's notice. Narrow limbs outstretched, hands and feet planted on the spur, head pointed downward with chin rested on wood, the man cut the image of a readied spear. His sole movement lay in the tail, which lethargically swished about in the air. Concentration aside, the thought of the Madam conjured wild images; the letter alone had been more than enough to raise his suspicions, and beyond the swig of ale were stored memories of women silhouetted in fog. He knew the goings-on of her kind. He knew the scum of Valdmire, reveled in their ways. Surely she had her methods and motives, questionable as they may be. To risk being immersed once more in past crimes was quite the danger indeed. But disputing the pay was a hapless cause: in spite of his wariness, the glint in his eye spoke of a creature who would not hesitate, no matter the end result, to fulfill their duty. Some small part of him was roaring to strike. Another just wanted a drink.

Maybe the princess was a classy drunk.

Sock then made a point to start heckling. What a perfect alarm he was. The first mate idly opened his eyes, greeted by the lights of the looming city and a rather excitable captain below. Disregarding status, he did not rush to stand at their leader's side. Curiosity tensed him into lingering on the spur, preparing his body for a tidy landing as he watched the small crew file out on deck. A smile tugged at him. They were... cute, for the lack of a better term. Good for bantering in the face of death. With no petit Juliet in sight, at least for now, he descended the mast at a brisk pace, one hand in front of the other. Claws flexed, gripping the surface. It was the odd sight of a writhing, climbing thing that guards of royalty would stand against. He loathed to think of their determination, hot-headed knights charging into a dragon's den. At the very least, a challenge was often welcomed.

From the shadows of sails he appeared to the band of rogues, taking his place beside the captain. "Present."

Django gave a sly salute to them all. He stretched and let out a large yawn, and as he hunched slightly, his spines flared out before flattening against his skin. No holster. No blade. How utterly messy.

Speaking again, he tossed on the white formal shirt. His feet were bare. They would remain that way. "Euh, sorry for ze wait," he said. "I was writing our eulogies." And to Frey with a smirk and a wink: "Found your head?"

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By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Madam Midnight and the Sky Pirates. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 8 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey
Character Portrait: Juliet Marie Bendlet-Cross
Character Portrait: Adair "Sock" Ravensdale
Character Portrait: Fingall MacCreary
Character Portrait: Faulkner Frey
Character Portrait: Django

Newest

Character Portrait: Django
Django

"Ready for a rendezvouz with death, mon Capitan!"

Character Portrait: Faulkner Frey
Faulkner Frey

Cartographer and Navigator at your service!

Character Portrait: Adair "Sock" Ravensdale
Adair "Sock" Ravensdale

The impulsive and reckless captain of the ship.

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey
Elizabeth Grey

Princess of Valdmire

Trending

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey
Elizabeth Grey

Princess of Valdmire

Character Portrait: Adair "Sock" Ravensdale
Adair "Sock" Ravensdale

The impulsive and reckless captain of the ship.

Character Portrait: Django
Django

"Ready for a rendezvouz with death, mon Capitan!"

Character Portrait: Faulkner Frey
Faulkner Frey

Cartographer and Navigator at your service!

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Adair "Sock" Ravensdale
Adair "Sock" Ravensdale

The impulsive and reckless captain of the ship.

Character Portrait: Django
Django

"Ready for a rendezvouz with death, mon Capitan!"

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey
Elizabeth Grey

Princess of Valdmire

Character Portrait: Faulkner Frey
Faulkner Frey

Cartographer and Navigator at your service!


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