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Dorian

"Just Dorian."

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a character in “Pirates: By Blood or By Gold”, as played by Roku Mushabuki

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Name: Dorian

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Age: Late thirties

Appearance & Build: Dorian is tall and slim with lean muscle. His entire body is covered in bandages from head to toe. Beneath the bandages is severely burned skin and complete lack of hair. He wears a linen shirt, trousers with a leather belt. On his belt he wears a Kukri and two flintlock pistols. He also has a decorated Jezail strapped to his back.

Personality: : Dorian is a blunt honest man who seeks justice in unjust places. He believes that by doing good he can make up for the sins of his past. With a sense that all life is sacred he finds that those who murder out of malice or practice human bondage must be punished with a swift death. He is spontaneous and often changes his mind as the moon changes faces.

He is also a vegetarian and has a crippling fear of fire.

Where they live: Dorian wonders a lot. Recently he's been spending a lot of time in Nassau.

What/ who they are: Unknown.

History: Dorian's past is known only to him and he rarely speaks about it. Over recent years there are only rumors about him. Some sensible while others are just plain ludicrous. He traveled through much of the world and has seen many things.

About ten years ago, after the Great War, Dorian took under the roof of an old friend by the name of Alina. She had a mute daughter named Willow. He helped them with the farm work for a few years and became romantically involved with Alina. For once in his life he was content, that is until slavers came. They burned the farm, killed Alina, and took Willow. Dorian faced them off yet he only killed thirty by the time Willow was long gone. After interrogating one of the wounded he discovered that the slavers sent were working for a powerful slaver by the name of Hu Gibbet. After that he searched every slave port he could find. Alas he heard no rumors of his whereabouts.

Years ago Dorian got himself locked into a prison in order to learn more about an illegal slave trade that the warden was doing, hoping there was involvement with Gibbet. In there he met Dominic Bane. The young man seemed capable enough and Dorian saw potential in him. So he included the man in his breakout plan so long as he could call a favor should their paths cross again. The next day Dorian unlocked Dominic's cell using the key of the guardsmen he had just incapacitated. Dorian led Dominic through the sewers beneath the prison to freedom.

Skills:

-Marksmen
-Magic
-Healing
-cooking
-swordsmanship
-weapon/gun smith
Other:

So begins...

Dorian's Story

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Dorian made is way through the market while chewing on some bread. Nassau was crawling with filth of all sorts. Pirates, thieves, murderers, and worse of all, slavers. Since he got there a few days ago he's killed over a dozen slavers. One even got away, no doubt spreading rumors about him. Ahead he heard a man shouting. “Come on over; don’t be shy. Within this tent behind me, we have a spectacle; we have a legend; we have a living sea monster—living proof that they are real and not just sea tales. The creature, however, is quite clever. Only the best fisherman can catch him,” He stepped into the tent only to be pounded with foul stenches.

The bandaged man made his way to the keeper and paid him before taking the food. "I'll pass." He told the keeper when offered a fishing pole. Instead he uncovered his bandages on his right arm, revealing his burns which were immensely grotesque. Dorian dipped his hand into the feed and, to the surprise of the others around him, stuck his arm into the tank. Even if this "monster" did bite his arm he could still heal it again. He just wanted to see if it was as intelligent as other mythical creatures that he had encountered before.

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The monster keeper stood from his stooped position when a strange man wrapped in bandages entered the tent. For a second, he eyed the man, wondering silently if he was a leper before he realized leper or not, he was clearly a customer.

“Welcome friend, come to try your luck?” he greeted.

He accepted his gold and in exchange offered him a pole, and his brows rose in surprise when he heard him refuse.

“Come again? Heh, I’m not sure I heard you right.”

He watched Dorian unravel his bandage to reveal his marred flesh, and rudely, his face scrunched up in disgust for he was too uneducated to see that they were burns. He was still stuck on his leper stereotype. From disgust to horror, the man had managed to fill him with two emotions almost instantaneously. The fish and the hand holding it were both dipped into the tank, and with a frightened gasp, the keeper rushed him, attempting to snag his hand by the wrist and draw it out of the pool. The keeper in the Crow’s Nest sat up in his chair with a suspicious frown when he watched the bandaged man dip his hand into the bait bucket and draw out a large fish.

“What are you doing down there? You must have a fishing pole to play this game!” the man in the Crow’s Nest yelled.

“Are you crazy?” he exclaimed. “It’ll take your hand off!”

“Why’d you let that mummy in here? He’s gonna get us fired!”

Glancing down, he noticed the water had mysteriously darkened. Dividing the water, a dorsal fin rose out of the tank like a giant knife and the creature’s pointed nose was inches from touching Dorian’s hand and the fish he held. The keeper in the Crow’s Nest nearly collapsed out of his chair as he held onto it, quivering in terror. The sight of the dorsal fin made the keeper below him dart away from Dorian into the bait bucket as it dumped over, sending the remaining fishing sliding under his feet as he comically went falling to the ground.

Two rows of serrated teeth hung open as the shark’s gills flared with its breaths. Black eyes gazed up at the man whose hand and arm belonged, unnatural golden rings taking in his bandaged face. Never had he seen such a human, and he didn’t know what to think of him.

I ‘ad t’see fo’ me self the fool dumb enough t’stick ‘is ‘and into me water…

The voice seemed to echo around the tent and the keeper in the Crow’s Nest wailed as though a ghost had been about.

“It talks. The damn thing talks!” he cried.

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Dorian gazed at the creature with interest. Indeed he seemed to be fae though he hadn't enough knowledge on fae to tell of what it all encumbered. What he was sure of was that the creature was not human. Another thing he also knew was that there was know way this creature was here under free will. If it was intelligent it couldn't possibly be happy living in a small dirty tank all day.

"So it does, though I have a feeling that the it is in fact a he." He said in a calm tone in response to the keeper's words, all while looking at the creature. "I bet that you're not here because you feel that tank is homey, now do you? How about you come with me? I promise that there's a much bigger world out there. I know because I have seen more than most men see in their entire lives. What do you say?" He asked the creature, extending his hand out.

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The human was offering him an escape. The shark said nothing as it slowly sank back down into the tank. The keeper in the Crow’s Nest felt his nerves slowly calm once he saw the fish vanish. Grasping the rail, he sat up and glared at Dorian.

“You’re not taking our monster! If Mr. Barnabus found he’d-”

The tank surface exploded with gallons of water upheaving into the air alongside the gaping mouth of a gargantuan shark. Its gaping mouth and double rows of teeth clamped about the crow’s nest before gravity pulled the giant back under. Water swelled and gushed over the sides of the tank in waves that washed against the gaping monster keeper’s ankles.

Thieves and scoundrels strolling the market halted in their tracks when they saw the water dumping out of the tent. With a hysterical cry, the monster keeper ran out of the tent, flailing his arms as he ran for the little shack built next to it.

“Mr. Barnabus! Mr. Barnabus!” he cried.

Meanwhile, a stark-white hand grasped the edge of the tank, hauling the shoulders of a rather large man. His hair was a pale blonde and teeth bared like a vicious bear trap. About his hips were brown, ripped-up pants that he managed to steal off the fat man. The humanoid dumped weakly onto the ground and hissed softly as the gills at his pits dumped the foul water he had been living in from his lungs.

“Get me to the sea,” he demanded desperately.

From the shack, a man emerged dressed in a noble grey coat with a brown waistcoat and vanilla cravat at his throat. An oiled and “C” curled moustache adorned his upper lip, and his hair was greased neatly back. The money his business had been making him had been treating him well, and he wasn’t too pleased to learn that a man was trying to steal his business. As he strode toward the tent entrance, he removed his rapier from the sheath at his hip, drawing quite the attention as several onlookers began to crowd around it.

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The shark bursting from his cage was not what Dorian expected. The expectation was to simply take his hand to pull himself up, but extravagance was fine too. “Get me to the sea,” He could imagine the man...or shark, could use a breath of fresh water. "We'll get on with it, but firstly we must deal with your former master." He told the newly freed man then turning to who was obviously the one in charge. The Mr. Barnabus.

"I understand that you might not want me to take your prisoner, but alas I must. For you see none of us hold the right to own any creature on this fair earth. Normally I would just kill you, however, these are unique circumstances since he is obviously not human and thus not subject to the laws that many nations have made. Fifty silver pieces and four jewels in exchange for this specimen. If you take the offer then we shall not fight. However, should you refuse...." He took out his kukri and a flintlock.

The kukri began to glow and electricity started to surge through it. The sparks burned with red and purple. Dorian was using a bit of his magic, which would hopefully intimidate Barnabus. "We shall duke it out right here, right now. I've killed many people and I assure you that I have become quite efficient at it. Take that massacre at that store house near the docks the other day. Only one man got away and that was because I only nicked his privates. Rest assured I won't give that mercy a second time. So what's it going to be Mister? Are you going to take the gold or die?"

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The Mercos was in no condition to fight. His body felt weak and muscles heavy. His limbs even shook with the simple task of holding his weight upon his hands and knees. He glared at the ground, which would have been for his hero for he would have rather high-tailed it to the sea than to stick around for justice. Justice could have come later. It was too late, however, for the polished and pressed man came before the tent with his rapier in hand. It was almost humiliating to imagine that such a weak human could easily dispatch him in his current state if allowed to.

The wrapped man tried to negotiate. Buy him? He didn’t think the man’s offer would work, and he was right as he gazed at the frown gradually hardening on the businessman’s face. Mr. Barnabus’s face flushed a little in his anger as he thought that this man had some nerve. Like he was going to let him take his prized catch. The freak had made him more money than what fifty silver pieces and petty jewels could cover. He couldn’t even buy a decent ship with such change. However, when the man drew his weapon, his expression became a little nervous. He noticed the magic dancing about the weapon’s edge and the flintlock that could take him out in a single shot.

“You’ve killed many people you say…” Mr. Barnabus began. “Then you shall kill many more.”

Mr. Barnabus turned to the crowd and announced, “200 gold pieces for the man who kills this leper and takes back my freak.”

The announcement had passed through the ear of every thief, scoundrel, pirate, and dog in the vicinity. There were many weapons drawn from flintlocks to various types of swords and throwing knives.

Mako’s lips twisted in an ugly scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “I should ‘ave jus’ crawled back into me tank, but this chance is too good to pass up. I ‘ope ye got some tricks up yer sleeve. Save yer ‘eroism and get me to the bloody ocean!”

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The situation was growing more dire by each passing moment. The tent was now filled with a horde of enemies and their current position would make it rather hard to make it out alive when done. Dorian could think of only two ways to get out of the situation. Using a few spells for the short term problem of escape and outbidding the man in the bounty. However, it would consume most of the gold he had brought to the island.

"I know more than evocation..." He whispered to the dragon. He holstered his pistol only to cast a new spell. That of darkness. A supernatural darkness began to fill the tent. I did no harm, only blind those who were not equipped to see through it. Normal light could not shine through it, but it would fade within minutes. Then he cast a spell of silence on the two of them. Before leaving he sent a spell that acted as his voice from across the tent. "A brick of gold and five diamonds for anyone who brings me the head of Mr. Barnabus." It said. With that he took the creatures arm and ran out of the tent.

The streets were crowded and the ocean far. Running to an ally with a fortune teller near he stopped. "I hope you have no problem riding? By the way did I ever catch your name?" He smirked at the creature when he began casting his last spell. After about six seconds a horse formed. Dorian got on and reached for the creature's hand to help him up.

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The tables were turned. Mr. Barnabus didn’t have to see the man’s face to know that he was nervous. The man was cornered and he was certain that he would be getting his pet back. Pinching the curled corner of his moustache between his index finger and thumb, he rubbed it as a victorious smirk quirked upon his lips.

“Why would you want to runaway? I gave you a nice tank to swim in and you have fresh fish to eat every day. Now you’ve gone and wasted this man’s life thinking that you could escape me. How far did you plan on getting with those legs? You haven’t used them in years.” Mr. Barnabus dropped his hand and breathed a sympathetic sigh. “I forgive you, my pet. After I put this leper out of his misery, you can tell me all about how I can improve your living.”

The shark posted his hands out before him and his fingers curled into the dusty earth as his body trembled with exertion. Baring his teeth in his effort, his back arched and arms extended as the pops and crack of loosening tendons and shifting bones were heard from under him as he curled his left leg. He planted his foot flat upon the ground and raising his chin, began to shakily stand. A few of the thieves, even with their weapons drawn, stepped fearfully back once the monster found his feet. The way he seemed to tower over most of the killers there and with how his devilish-black eyes settled on them made them wonder if Mr. Barnabus’s pet had actually been a demon.

Mako stood with his broad shoulders back and stature rigid with defiance as his amber eyes settled on the businessman’s bothered face. His lips rolled back, parting about large rows of triangular teeth that filled the man with dread. He could have probably eaten him alive with those teeth or left him with half a face—and that wasn’t all…a second row of teeth converged over top of the other pair, coming together into a wicked and eerie smile.

“Ima’ come back for ye,” the shark threatened on a deep chuckle. “Ima’ be gettin’ mine.”

I know more than evocation…

Thank God. The shark didn’t know how long he could keep up his intimidating front. His legs were so numb and weak that standing might have been all they were good for at that moment.

The wrapped man conjured a spell of darkness that blackened the area about the tent. It had become so dark that not even Mako with his nocturnal vision could see anything. He could hear people shouting in startle and confusion until they suddenly fell silent. For a moment, the shark felt alone until Dorian’s voice rang through the silence:

A brick of gold and five diamonds for anyone who brings me the head of Mr. Barnabus.

The businessman felt his heart skip in terror for a second before he tried to shout in his defense, but no sound left his throat. Magic. The leper had been a wizard!

The shark hissed when he felt a hand grasp his wrist, and defensively both of his rows of teeth parted as he near attempted to bite the stranger’s hand right off. It had been a split second decision to resist, his body tensing as he restrained himself and felt the harmless pull, leading him wobbly through the darkness and out of the tent into daylight.

The sun stung his retinas, his eyes unused to its exposure. It had been a long time since he had seen it, and he knew what evil it could do to a fish. Keeping up with the human proved difficult as he walked a little stiff legged and tried not to let him get too far ahead or he’d surely cause him to fall. As they fled through the market and down the back alleys, Mako couldn’t help but regard the human and how passionate he had been about freeing him. He was willing to risk his own life for him. But why? They hadn’t known each other but he wasn’t about to ask the man why he had freed him. Freedom was freedom.

They stopped nearby a fortune teller’s shop and the large man bent over with his hands upon his knees as he panted in exhaustion. He was so out of shape. His body had leaned out and was slightly slim, his muscles smaller than what they had been before. If he had spent a few more years in that tank, he surely would have gone belly up from atrophy. Sweat rolled from his pale-blonde brow and dripped from his chin as the gills at his pits huffed another breath of stale vapor.

I hope you have no problem riding? By the way, did I ever catch your name?

“I never ‘ad a problem. It be the ‘orse that ‘ave the problem wit’me,” the shark explained with a smirk. “I be Mako…s’all ye need t’know ‘bout me ‘uman. I don’t know why ye gone risk yer life trynna’ save me, but I owe ye. Ye get me to the sea, an’ I’ll repay ye somehow—in blood or favors.”

He glanced up to suddenly see a horse. His brows came together in brief confusion before he remembered that his new unsaid friend was a sorcerer. He gazed at the hand held out to him and grasped it within his large, clammy one, while his other grasped the back of his saddle. With a grunt, Mako climbed onto the back of the saddle mostly on the horse’s backside than in the seat, and already he could tell that the horse was magic for no normal equine could bare his weight without buckling. Even while malnourished, the fish was still pretty heavy.

“I jus’ need t’fill me gills wit’ fresh sea water again and me belly with fish.” The Mercos had ropes of drool descending from his lower jaw just thinking about it. “I miss ‘ow they used t’wiggle all the way down. I can’t wait t’get me strength back.”

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The two galloped down the streets, gaining much distance from the tent that they had just escaped from. Dorian knew that people would be looking for him later, but that was nothing new. He always pissed someone off when he went to a new place. He reigned the horse once it got near the docks and turned it to gallop to the area left of the docks. They arrived at a small beach that he thought would suit.

"Mako sounds like a fine name." Dorian said as he dismounted the horse. He began to bandage up his right arm again. "You know I could have used a Banshee Wail, but then again you might of died too. I'll make sure Barnabus pays in one way or another. Maybe we could sell him to a Khalidoran slaver? Those ones are cruel and it would be fitting." He said in a smirk. The bandaged man walked around until he found some driftwood to sit on. He made a hand motion for Mako to the seawater. He looked forward to seeing the shark man in better health.

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He had forgotten how turbulent the four-legged creature was. Mako uncomfortably clutched the saddle as the horse banged its hairy back against his crotch. The ride had to have been more comfortable for the human as he sat upon his leather seat, while Mako grimaced in discomfort the rest of the way. It had to pay off soon.

The two were silent the whole trip too focused on their getaway and watching out for those who could have been following them in secret. The smell of the sea became potent, the salt filling his nostrils and its roars in the distance causing his heart to race. The human was actually taking him to the sea. Mako had actually been suspicious of his hero for the last man that had saved him had him enslaved, but this human was very unusual. He could easily leave him—dive into the ocean and never return to Nassau, leaving the man with the drama that had been started, but what kind of a Mercurian male would he be? Even after being banished, there were still some ethics that stuck imbued in him by his Imperial father.

The horse stopped on the beach and while Dorian calmly dismounted, Mako seemed to slowly slide off. Once his feet landed in the soft sand, his hands grasped his loot, holding it soothingly as a low groan rolled from his throat.

Mako sounds like a fine name.

“Does it now?” Mako asked facetiously. Normally, humans didn’t give two @#$% about his name.

Straightening, the shark cast his sights to the churning sea and Dorian would see the creature’s stern expression brighten. His brows lifted and his eyes widened as though he were witnessing a miracle; having a religious experience.

You know I could have used a Banshee Wail, but then again, you might have died too. I’ll make sure Barnabus pays in one way or another. Maybe we could sell him to a Khalidoran slaver? Those ones are cruel and it would be fiting.

“’E be mine,” Mako reminded Dorian. “’E be a smart man. Too smart fo’ ‘is own good. I want mine…”

Despite standing before his old home, he hadn’t taken a single step toward the welcoming waves. Dorian went to go rest himself upon a log of driftwood and almost shyly the fish cast his dark eyes his way as though to silently ask for permission. Seeing the magi’s hand motion, Mako looked back toward the water and started toward it.

“I’ll be back, ‘uman. ‘Don’chu die jus’ yet,” Mako told him.

He waded into the rolling water until the waves crested over him. As they came crashing down and the water went flat, the fish was gone. The brown, ripped breaches of the fat keeper he had killed were all that washed up on the sandy shore.

Feeding Time…one hour later…

Mako erupted from the water with a burst of salt and foam. The wave he had rode up to the beach crashed behind him, rolling past his hips as it lapped at the sandy shore. Clenched between the fish’s teeth was a large, silver-bellied mackerel, flailing about as it tried to tear itself free of the shark’s vicious grip. The fish man leisurely walked over to the trousers that he had left on the beach and stooped to retrieve them, putting them on one leg at a time. Once they were strung up on his hips, he started over to the human if he was still there and alive, his teeth biting down on the fish as its blood began to roll in red rivulets down his argent flesh.

The mackerel continued to flop until Mako stopped just before Dorian to toss back his head, which flipped the fish around so that it was angled down his throat. His two sets of teeth and neck muscles worked like a grinder, his throat swelling to accommodate the creature as it fought to the very end. It wiggled its way all the way down into Mako’s protruding full belly, its delicious end announced with an explosive belch that left the shark’s mouth on a long, gassy breath. Patting his belly, the Mercos laughed joyful. It had been such a long time since he had felt so full—probably more than full, but at least he wasn’t starving anymore. There was definitely a strong, revitalized energy about him that brightened his complexion, making his skin gleam like the first snow.

“Aah, I didn’t think I’d eva’ taste fish like that again,” Mako said with a large grin.

He then dropped to his knee and took Dorian’s hand if he’d let him. Extending the human’s bandaged finger, he pressed the tip to the pointy crown of his teeth, and even with the lightest pressure, the man would see the bubble of blood that soaked into his rags and began to drip through the hole that was made. Mako extended his black tongue and licked his fingertip, gathering the human’s blood to be stored within his memory. Releasing his hand, Mako smirked and told him:

“There. I know the taste and smell of yer blood, so if it spills on the air or in the water, I will come. I will come and whoever spilled yer blood will wish they ‘ad never summoned the likes of me. It woz all I could think ov’ to give ya mate. A life fo’a life.”

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Dorian understood that Maco had been away from the sea for along time, but he found the gift to be a bit on the odd side. Not so much the part of the blood, just how he did so. In all honesty he probably would have preferred to cut his hand and give blood that way. After all he could always heal the cut afterwards. Not wanting to be rude he didn't say anything against it.

"So how about a drink? I could really go for some rum right now and I know of a good tavern that we could go to. I'd like to get a drink before we go back to kill Barnabus...that is if the crowd hasn't torn him apart for my offer." He said. There was a great many things he needed to know. Firstly was whether or not Hu was in the city and taverns were usually the place to hear rumors from.

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A deep chuckle rolled from between Mako’s teeth as he sensed the awkwardness the man felt. His custom probably had bothered him, but he didn’t seem to care. He was a human. What did they know? They were always peculiar about things that never bothered the fish people.

So how about a drink?

Mako arched a brow at the man’s suggestion. What were they friends now? He thought that he was going to bestow that gift on him and go on his merry way. The fish man was slow to respond. He didn’t have many friends and if they had wanted to exchange emotions, now he was the one feeling odd.

before we-

“ME!” the shark roared. “I will kill him. He is mine! Ye saved me, thank ye, good fuckin’ job, but the meatbag that enslaved me is me vengeance not yers. We aren’t friends, ‘uman. I don’t give a shit ‘bout yer rum wantin’. Go ‘ave yer drink. I got t’settle me business and I don’t need ye to do it.”

The Mercos stood and glared down at the man, baring his teeth as he did so. “Befo’ I was a fish trapped ina’ bowl, I was a monster. I served under Captain Jorn Gatling, and I destroyed ships at ‘is every whim. I turned the sea around ‘is ship into a death trap. Anyone and anythin’ that entered me feeding circle was dead! If I couldn’t take their ship, I’d board it and bring it in for me captain and his crew of cutthroats to infiltrate. Besides ‘umans, I’ve faced monsters in the deep, creatures none of ye ignorant apes know ‘bout because they mean to take ye by surprise!”

“So do ye think I need ye? I don’t. Yer deed is done, mate.”

The shark turned from the wrapped man and started for the city. His mind was already plotting with how he was going to find Barnabus, but first was first, he had to clothe himself.

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Dorian chuckled at Mako's words. The shark probably didn't know that there were dangerous things on land as well. Although there weren't very many creatures the size of Leviathans on land, they more than made up for their lack in size with sheer power. He himself had seen his fair share of fae and undead to know this. Then again when he was Mako's age, he also thought himself more powerful then all else until he was afflicted. He watched the ex-slave walk away before making his own way into town.

The streets were still busy and the bandaged man stopped at a local silk vendor. He unwrapped his thumb to feel the cloth only to find that it was in fact real silk. He bought some silk bandages and some new shoes since his were getting old. He asked the woman selling the silk if she had any Anansi silk, to which she told him of a vendor that did. Dorian thanked the woman and decided to cut across an alley way to get there.

On his way through the alley he spotted something unusual. There was a young girl in a blue dress just sleeping on the ground. The only young people he saw in Nassau were either inexperienced pirates or slaves. However he didn't see any weapons on her person or any owner around. He stood over her and nudged her shoulder with his foot to see if she would wake up.

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Vi was woken from her sleep by being pushed slightly, or maybe she was just nudged, or even rolled over, but whatever it was, she woke up.

She woke with a start, facing a man wrapped fully in bandages. She didn't know what to do and found that her voice didn't work. She pushed herself as far as she could against the wall, trying to get away.

"Why are you bandaged?" Was the first thing out of her mouth as she didn't know what else to say. She as surprised that this was the first thing out of her mouth after a million other things had run through her head.

She looked to the opening of the alley, curious as to whether someone might come to her aid though people seemed inclined not to look in their direction for whatever reason. Vi watched the man carefully, he had weapons at his waist though she didn't see him inclined to use them as he stood over her.

She didn't feel comfortable around this man however, nor did she want to talk to him, nor anyone else here. The language was weird and she didn't like the way it rolled off her tongue and allowed air in when she could be talking below water more comfortably.

Neviah did wish that she was away, at home, or even just under water where she could be comfortable, but she had no idea where to go to get home, or even close to home. She was just happy that she had managed to avoid salt water since she had arrived here.

She knew what happened to others like her when they knew who, rather what she is. She would get sold, possibly as multiple things or even just a pet, or possibly, which was better, a gem meant for display. She hated it after having seen more than one of her friends or family members taken and killed, caught, or tortured. Some pirates even nailed mermaids to the bow of their ship in hopes of luck or even just to keep predators away, some predators believing that mermaids were just such a peaceful creature that those that interact with them must be peaceful too, even if their hands and fins are nailed into the boat.

"Any what do you want?" Vi snaps as she looks up at the man, no more so annoyed than anything else for whatever reason.

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The girl was obviously distressed and, as far as Dorian could tell, rude as well. A rude person without weapons who slept on the streets was as vulnerable in Nassau as fawn in a lion den. If a normal pirate saw her then they would have robbed her in her sleep. However, if a Khalidoran or a Fuarian who were in the city saw her then she would almost certainly have been enslaved. Those groups certainly frequent the island often, carrying slaves back to the far north. Especially after the Great War.

"The bandages are for an injury. As far as what I want...well that's not the reason I'm here. I would like know why you're sleeping in this alley. You're not dressed like a beggar, but you are certainly no pirate. Are you an escaped slave by chance or are you just a courtesan?" He asked the girl. Even if she happened to be a slave, Dorian had no intention of bringing her back.

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Vi watched the man, wondering whether others wore bandages such as he did when he spoke. "The bandages are for an injury. As far as what I want...well that's not the reason I'm here. I would like know why you're sleeping in this alley. You're not dressed like a beggar, but you are certainly no pirate. Are you an escaped slave by chance or are you just a courtesan?"

Neviah furrowed her brow as she stared up at the man. She was none of those though he seemed to be almost insulting her at this point. A courtesan? Really? Was she really appearing that low?

"No, I'm not. Not any of those things. I'm only here because I'm looking for something and was taking a break," Vi says as she stares up at the man, confidence returning to her as she stared at him. Night was coming and she could see it. "I've been looking for a place that sells maps. Would you know of one?" Vi asks as she stares up at him.

Maybe she could trade something to a map vendor, or find a way to make just enough money to buy something. She could even dive under water to gather pearls and sell those. Those were valuable on land weren't they? She had seen them only in the fancier people's clothing.

She heard a commotion at the entrance of the alley and looked to see a group of men moving towards her. "Sir, that girl is an escaped slave, move away," The leader called as they ran. Neviah, unsure what was going on, watched only to realize what was going on. Shaking her head, she took off in the opposite direction.

As she left the entrance, she ran into a woman in a rather extravagant dress, falling to the cobblestones . "I'm so sorry," Neviah managed as she looked back at the men who had wanted her only to see them backing away upon seeing the lady in the dress.

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Jarrak sat by the window in the twins cabin looking out over the harbor and see, wishing he would see his homeland across the horizon. But they were far from home, half a world away, and he knew he would not touch its sands for some time yet.
"You're afraid of me..." came a small voice from the bed, Jarrak didn't turn to respond. He wasn't at all surprised that She had picked up something while she was asleep, Kalila was odd that way, knowing things she couldn't possibly have heard or known.
"Of course I am Kalila, you're a young girl with the power of a goddess you cant properly control." Jarrak said turning to her, "I fear that one day you won't be able to control it. I fear one day you won't be you anymore Kalila, the girl I watched grow up, the girl who was my friend."

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Elizabeth was positively buzzing with excitement, "Dragon eggs, real dragon eggs!" She thought as she watched the city go by the window of her carriage.
"I think I'll have a travelling dress made from the skins, Nassara," she said, gazing off into the horizon just thinking about it, "I wonder what colour the hides are? If I didn't have to check their authenticity, I think i would like to just send them off to my dressmaker and be surprised."
Nassara, as usual, did not respond, but nodded in acknowledgement. Her dazzling eyes, sparkling above her veil.
"Marcus!" she called out, "When we get home, have some tea put on, I would very much like to-" She said before cutting short as she saw something down an alleyway that caught her eye. "Marcus stop the carriage!" she said urgently and the Carriage came to an abrupt and sudden stop.
"Is everything alright Lady-" He began before she cut him off.
"Hush hush now! Stay with the Carriage, Nassara come with me." She said curtly opening the door herself and climbing down onto the street. She began walking back down the road at a steady pace, Nassara frantically trying to catch up with her Mistress.
"Nassara darling, ready your blades." She said as she walked.
They turned down an alley and ran head on into a young girl who had been running the other way, the girl Elizabeth had stopped for. The girl stammered out an apology but seemed far too preoccupied with looking behind her for what appeared to be a pursuer. Nassara's blades were at her throat in an instant as Elizabeth, with as much dignity as possible, picked herself off the muddy street and inspected herself.
"My, my, you have quite thoroughly ruined my dress," she said dusting herself off, "I have killed people for much less." She looked back up at the girl, her head cocking to one side in amusement, "But you are such an odd little thing." Elizabeth peered down the allyway past where Nassara held the girl at bladepoint, "Where did the men chasing you go I wonder? Oh well no matter. Nassara, bring her to the carriage."

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She looked up at the masked woman, unsure what or who she was. This was the second person to be hiding their face, as if they didn't want to grace the world with their features.

There was also the other woman, the one with the knives that looked sharp and ready to be used. She couldn't possibly be a good aim with them, or could she? Neviah couldn't even judge her features with the scarf and all. She also was having difficulty what with them being held at her throat. She felt like she couldn't breath.

She herself wasn't dressed too differently as she wore a rather nice dirty dress though her face was covered in grime after having been in the alley. Her dress also wasn't large but was slim and really only large enough not to hug her body tightly. She probably looked strange being so young there with what might appear as fake innocence, though it was entirely real.

""My, my, you have quite thoroughly ruined my dress," she said dusting herself off, "I have killed people for much less." She looked down at Neviah and Neviah shivered slightly, "But you are such an odd little thing." The lady peered down the alley Neviah had just been down though Neviah was more focused on the knives at her throat.

Could she really be killed any second from now? "Where did the men chasing you go I wonder? Oh well no matter. Nassara, bring her to the carriage." The woman says looking down at Neviah. She could feel her heart racing. So many people that she didn't know very quickly were around her, worst of all, she was being taken to a carriage that held a woman who had killed people for doing less than ruining a dress like Neviah had just done by accident.

An idea struck her that this woman was probably rather wealthy to have servants that could fight and would do whatever she wanted as well as extravagant things.

A thought struck. Why were all these people taking interest in her? They didn't know did they? She didn't have anything that would give her away. Regular people didn't even know of the merpeople, did they? They just believed them to be rumors or legends usually. Could these people know?

"But-," Neviah stopped her protest as she saw the knife again, her eyes having gone to the lady. She stood and went to the carriage, not wanting to provoke the woman with the knife. She didn't like this feeling of obedience though she certainly wasn't going to be able to help it with the situation and all.

"What is it you want?" Neviah asked as she sat back, nervous and unsure what to do with her hands. She was getting nervous now, scared really. She hadn't had to face this since she had been growing up. This woman reminded her of her previous owner's wives and certainly didn't want to be in that situation again.

She watched the girl with the knives, then the lady in the dress that wasn't quite as dirty as Neviahs. It didn't seem ruined, in better condition than most ladies' clothing here in Nassau.

Maybe this woman would have maps that Neviah could look at. Then again, maybe she just wanted to keep her for a servant like this girl seemed to be...

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"I've been looking for a place that sells maps. Would you know of one?" Before Dorian could answer he heard a commotion nearby. Outside there were some men, dirty looking fellows, who seemed to be rather ticked off. "Sir, that girl is an escaped slave, move away," They said as if that had any meaning in Nassau. He reached for his pistol as they moved forward until they stopped and began to back away. Confused he turned around to see a flamboyantly dressed woman next to the escaped slave girl.

The woman obviously had money and, by the reaction of the slavers upon seeing her, power too. He wondered how she could even have that status here. If one was not fighting the only way to amass a fortune was to either form a guild, fence, or have a one time gig where everything went right. If she had a high status on the island then perhaps she knew information that flowed through the island. Perhaps she even knew where Hu was.

Dorian approached the woman, but stayed back ten feet. "My lady." He said as he gave a proper gentleman's bow, one meant for nobility more then aristocrats. He wasn't sure whether she was noble or not, but he knew much of the proper etiquette and flattery rarely hurt anyone. He turned to the ex slave girl. "I know of a Jackal near my inn who sells maps and various other goods. Although those are poorly drawn. I also have a spare one as well if you would like." He told her.

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Neviah

Neviah looked at the man a bit away. The one with the bandages was still going to talk to her even though she was being held at knife point by a crazy woman's servant and had just run from slavers.

The man approached the woman, but stayed back ten feet. "My lady." He gave a bow then looked to Neviah, surprising her. "I know of a Jackal near my inn who sells maps and various other goods. Although those are poorly drawn. I also have a spare one as well if you would like." He told her.

She doubted he had the map she needed on him and struggled for words as she stared at him, unsure what to say before stating, "Thanks, but it sounds as if they won't have the one I'd need. The place I'm looking for is scarce on most, if not nearly all maps."

She looked at the man, wondering if he would know anything about finding the specific map she needed. Did people make maps that mapped underwater? Perhaps they had stolen them from mermaids.

"Thank you though," Neviah manages honestly, she at least had a place she could try once she got away from this lady who seemed somewhat... strange? scary? Slightly not sane?

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"Thanks, but it sounds as if they won't have the one I'd need. The place I'm looking for is scarce on most, if not nearly all maps." Dorian had heard that all to many times. Everyone thought that the places they needed to find that were obscure were unknown to everyone. However, much had changed since the Great War. Countries were more connected, travel was easier, and even the Fae had come into the politics of the world. New lands were being discovered and societies were rapidly evolving. Perhaps she originated somewhere rural in Fuaria.

"If that's so then I would suggest searching by nationality. If your location is south of the Narrow Sea, ask for a Velilian vendor and pay them in coin. If it's north of the Frozen Sea go to a Khalidoran vendor and offer them jewels or magic, but do not go without a man by your side, they will not hesitate to enslave you. If you seek an underground kingdom, a sky kingdom, or an underwater kingdom, I would suggest to seek out a Fae. I've hear rumors of one on the island. Should you find one, offer it knowledge that it does not already know. Though if your searching for a map I'm doubtful that there's much they do not know. Besides that you could search for a magical guide that show you the way." He told her casually. He had been all over the world, on both faces. Seventeen nations and various tribes with undefined borders. Dorian had even weaved a complex spell to enter Anansai, a journey that took six months mortal time to complete.

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Damien wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt better, his head was slightly foggy, but he still felt wonderful. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the adrenaline after the fight.

Damien gathered up his winnings, gladly taking them to store away in their boat, or even one of their hiding places. They had so many so that if they ever got in trouble, or lost, they had a source of money to go to.

Slipping his boots and shirt on, Damien walked out of the tavern, his steps lopsided and uneven. He had one bottle in his hand and the bag of money in the other. He felt much better, in fact, he was ready to have another drink or two, his bottle suddenly had turned up dry after all.

Damien made his way into another tavern he knew of that held fights. He just wanted a refill on ale when he saw someone he didn't want to see. One of his old crew mates was at the counter. He felt a tug of anger at his gut and went up to him. He felt a lot of confidence even with his loopy state.

He felt the bag of money slip out of his hand and he looked up to see a stupid older man who that Damien was to drunk. Damien frowned and in his fury, drew a knife. The chatter of the tavern died down as the fights were between rounds. Damien pointed at the bag, his empty bottle now on the ground.

"Give me the bag, now, before I drive a knife in your stomach," Damien announces over the hush in the crowd. People were urging the guy to give Damien his money back, but the guy didn't know Damien and figured he could take a drunken teenager.

It was a bad mistake a he charged Damien and Damien brought the knife up to go into the man's shoulder. The men behind Damien got out of the way as Damien was pushed to the ground. The man didn't cry out in his adrenaline and Damien shoved him away.

People in the tavern were evacuating and evacuating quickly. The guy's crew apparently heard the commotion and came running in. Damien saw that everyone else in the tavern had left and the owner had disappeared leaving Damien alone as he struggled with the guy above him for control in their grapple.

The guy's crew charged him and soon enough, Damien was fighting for his life, hitting where he could and not caring where he hit them. Some blows were fatal, others stunning, and the rest just enough to hurt. Damien ran out of knives two minutes into it and took up empty jugs as well as full ones to swing at the oncoming men.

There was a yelp as the captain was hurt and the rest of the crew went to his aid, knowing they had to get him out soon if he was to live. Damien gathered up his knives as bloodied as they were, looked around despairingly at the lack of his money, then stumbling out of the tavern. He managed to make it to an alley when he felt dizzier than drinking usually made him feel.

Damien's eyes blurred and he looked down to see his shirt soaked in blood. He lifted his shirt to see that he was cut up, stabbed in the lower right area of his stomach. "Oh shit," Damien manages as he drop his shirt and begins to stumble towards his ship. As he gets closer, he sees his crew on board, the fire on the docks abandoned. He approached to see Kalila on the ground in Sebastian's arms and rushed forward, pushing through his crew.




Sebastian


She reached out again and scribbled. I Am Ishka. Sebastian whistled softly. This was going to be harder than he thought. She was hosting, or was, the goddess of life of the world. How was he going to do it?

She set the charcoal down. It was then her grey eyes turned ice white, as if blind and she began to shake violently. Sebastian stopped, staring at her and going to keep her from falling. He cradled her form as he watched her shake.

"Kato, get me bag," Sebastian shouted at Kato roughly. Kato moved immediately to grab Sebastian's medical bag, not hesitating at the sound of his captain's voice.

The rest of the crew got there and Sebastian heard a shout as someone saw Damien. Damien stumbled to Sebastian and Sebastian passed off Kalila to Damien, not noticing his soaked shirt.

Kato returned as Sebastian explained what happened to Damien rapidly. "Someone go get her guardian," Sebastian shouts a he slips a relaxing medicine into Kalila's mouth. It wouldn't hurt her, but keep her from hurting herself, taking away the thrashing and the tension though not knocking her out.




Neviah

Neviah looked down at the man, unsure why he was doing this now. He seemed like a different person outside of that alley.

If that's so then I would suggest searching by nationality. If your location is south of the Narrow Sea, ask for a Velilian vendor and pay them in coin. If it's north of the Frozen Sea go to a Khalidoran vendor and offer them jewels or magic, but do not go without a man by your side, they will not hesitate to enslave you. If you seek an underground kingdom, a sky kingdom, or an underwater kingdom, I would suggest to seek out a Fae. I've hear rumors of one on the island. Should you find one, offer it knowledge that it does not already know. Though if your searching for a map I'm doubtful that there's much they do not know. Besides that you could search for a magical guide that show you the way," He told her.

Personally, she hated the fae, but she didn't want to be any more rude than she already had been towards this man and curtly nodded. "Thank you," She says softly, her attention turning back to the lady.

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Elizabeth watched the conversation between the girl and the strange bandaged man cooly, "Such an interesting day im having," she mused quietly to herself, "Thank you sir for your impeccable manners, but I am afraid you must leave us ladies to go freshen up," she said with a melodramatic wave of her hand as if it were hot, "The city does make a lady most untidy." She looked sharply at Nassara, who still held the cowering girl at bladepoint, "Nassara stop being so menacing and put those blades away, then escort our guest to the carriage." She looked back at the man, "Good day to you sir." And with that she climbed into the Carriage and with a whip crack Marcus jolted the horses onwards.
Once they were underway Elizabeth turned back to their odd guest, "Such an interesting day I am having, I should go out more often," she then looked down at her now dirty and dishevelled dress, "Though the city can be quite dirty when it desires." She looked back at the girl, her expression invisible beneath her porcelain white mask, "And what would your name be child?"

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Jarrak let Kalila run out of the cabin, he didnt follow her. She would be upset, she would go and be alone for a while, but deep down she knew that she was the closest thing to family Jarrak had ever had. He remembered back to that day in the market, him sitting on a ledge above on one of the clay walls with the other street kids, looking for good marks. Merchants were usually best, fat and easy to spot, they often carried a fair amount on them for pickpockets like himself. hough sometimes they had bodyguards, and they weren't always obvious. He had seen other kids who had been caught by a disguised bodyguard, the usual punishment for thievery was dismembered hand, he knew of kids who had gotten much worse. Another good target was women, usually merchants wives, or...
"Pregnant." he said under his breath as he watched a woman pick her way through the crowd. They were good marks because they couldn't give chase and often would give in to simple intimidation. Not from a child though. He slipped off the wall and melted into the crowd, nearing the woman who was clearly near to full term. He bumped into her nonchalantly, pretending he had just been running past, his hands expertly pilfering a jeweled bracelet from her wrist. He turned to speed off but suddenly found himself spinning backwards as something hard and metal careened into his face. He flew back and tumbled along the ground, dazed from the blow to the head. He felt someone grab him by the shoulder and roll him over, His vision spun as he looked up at the terrifying form of his capturer. Silhouetted against the sun, a mane of black hair and a dark mask obscured the mans face bar for a pair of merciless slate grey eyes. His left hand was a blade tipped claw and in his right was a large forward curving, scythe like blade. Jarrak couldn't move, he was rooted to the spot in absolute terror. This man wouldn't just take a hand, he would kill him, hack him to pieces with his curved sword and use his bones as ornaments. The man raised his blade and Jarrak screwed his eyes shut in anticipation, he didnt want to see the blade-.
"Da'Karro!" a woman's voice rang out in the crowd, he cracked open his eyes again to see the pregnant woman standing before the man, her hand held out and holding his sword hand high, "He is a child."
"He is a thief." The man growled darkly.
"And you were a slave. You did what you had to to survive. This boy is doing nothing different."
Jarrak stared up at the woman, he could see now she wasn't from Jeddah, she wore Jeddian clothes to keep the harsh sun off her skin but she was pale and her accent was strange. She wasnt from anywhere near Jeddah.
"Ishka would want you to save this boy, like your priestess saved you." She said, and man reluctantly lowered his sword. The woman turned to Jarrak and knelt down to where he lay, "Hello, my name is Scarlet, a pleasure to meet you."
Then Jarrak passed out.

A sudden commotion on deck brought JArrak out of his reverie, He could hear the telltale voice of one of the twins yelling, "Kalila..." Jarrak muttered and scrambled up to the deck, barging past a pirate who had apparently been sent to fetch him. He ran up onto the deck to seem Kalila out cold in Sebastians arms. "Dont touch her!" He screamed at the boy as he barrelled across the deck, he shouldnt have left her alone, he shouldnt have let her out of his sight, her father would have had him killed for such oversight, he had grown lazy without the fear of repurcussions. "I said dont touch her!" Jarrak yelled pulling Kalila out of Sebastians arms and crouching down to the deck with her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other against her face, trying to sooth her as she convulsed, " Its alright Kalila, you're alright, listen to me, listen to my voice. Its all going to be alright, we'll get through this, you're going to be ok."

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Elizabeth watched the conversation between Neviah and the strange bandaged man, "Thank you sir for your impeccable manners, but I am afraid you must leave us ladies to go freshen up," she said with a melodramatic wave of her hand as if it were hot, "The city does make a lady most untidy."

She looked sharply at Nassara, who really was getting rather frustrated with the lady. "Nassara stop being so menacing and put those blades away, then escort our guest to the carriage." She looked back at the man, "Good day to you sir." And with that she climbed into the Carriage and with a whip crack Marcus jolted the horses onward. So the girl with the knives was called Nassara.

Once they were underway Elizabeth turned back to Neviah who was watching the town out the window, "Such an interesting day I am having, I should go out more often," she then looked down at her now dirty and disheveled dress, "Though the city can be quite dirty when it desires."

She looked back up at Neviah who felt rather uncomfortable around the lady. Neviah couldn't read her expression under the lady's mask and it was unnerving. "And what would your name be child?" The lady asked as if this was a totally normal encounter.

Neviah hesitated, looking down at her hands in her dirtied dress, her fingers playing with the uncommon fabric. "Neviah," Neviah says softly, looking back out the window. She didn't want to look at this lady, the mask making her uncertain about whether this lady was good or not, like that bandaged man appeared to be.

Neviah looked over at Nassara, then back at the lady who seemed to be in charge. "Do you live here in the city?" Neviah asked, curious considering the lady seemed to not like the dirtiness. How could she live in such a pirate town?




Damien & Sebastian

"Dont touch her!" The scream came hollering across the deck. "I said dont touch her!" Jarrak yelled pulling Kalila out of Damien's arms and crouching down to the deck with her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other against her face.

" Its alright Kalila, you're alright, listen to me, listen to my voice. Its all going to be alright, we'll get through this, you're going to be ok." Damien, his vision becoming unfocused, his hand holding his stomach.

"Hey, Sebastian, I need... I need some blood," Damien managed, being serious though Sebastian shook his head, watching Kalila worriedly before he caught the slight slur of Damien's word.

Looking over, he saw his brother's hand coated in blood. "What did you do?" Sebastian demanded as he got a bandage to hold over his brother's stomach. Damien shook his head. "Someone stole the money I earned," Damien whispered defeated.

Sebastian slapped his brother, hard. "We don't need it anymore... We have enough we can use," Sebastian demands, angry that his brother fought to defend money.

"Just... just in case," He managed breathing tiredly. As Sebastian began to bandage his brother, he heard Kalila speak.

"Men are going to take me away..." She sais softly. "You all have to let them... you'll die if you don't." She said making Sebastian feel sick to his stomach.

"Like hell we'll let them" Damien says, beating Sebastian to it. "Idiot, you're going below deck where you can rest," Sebastian says.

"Kalila, who's coming?" Sebastian asks as Kato takes Damien with the rest of the crew to the hold where they would protect him from whoever these men were that were coming for Kalila. At least he could be there to help see who it was and if he could help Jarrak, even if Jarrak was a jerk.

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At least the tip was correct. Dorian had spent quite the bit of coin for some information on Hu and luckily it was correct. Although it did not confirm if he was on the island, it did confirm that his men were after a target. Some royal girl of some importance. He knew all too much of royals. They all thought that they were important. After spotting the men he climbed on a roof top and began to jump across the roofs of Nassau in pursuit of the men.

The chase hadn't taken long when they set up their position near an alley. Two around the corners, two hiding up the street, two to the sides, and one to confront the target. What was so damn special about the girl? Dorian took out his weaponry so that they could be accessed easily. He also cast a magical armor for protection. After steadying his Jezail he took aim for the leader,but he would first wait until the girl that Hu wanted would appear. Maybe she knew something.