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Seas of Paradise

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This is the continent of the Naeron Ocean.This place is a monarch government. The latest king, King Surloc, had his daughter Felicity IV run away. This place has a lot of wildlife, and technology and culture is constantly being born here. The Ona Tanusa is the ancient castle that the monarchs reside in.
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Renor

The civilized monarchy of Renor in the Naeron Ocean.

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Renor is a part of Naeron Ocean.

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Belle Roseheart [0] The energetic, enigmatic, and overly perverted first mate of Captain Drake Fellmen

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Felicity looked out on the ocean. Her view from the city of Hansa was extraordinary. In northern Renor, the air was temperate, around 70 degrees on average. With cool summers and mild winters, she thought she'd never want to leave, but that had all changed. The dock was preparing her ship for sail. The massive baglah, called the Shuyati was an infamous figure on the oceans. The flag of The Analoras reigned high above the deck, so that all could see their end was neigh.

"Felicity, the ship is ready." the First Mate, Angeliele, said. They were going to attack Corosav - the Capital of Renor. Hopefully some information in their led to some more information on the treasure. The trip would be about 2 days, because of the fast sails and the winds were right. She would plunder trade boats on the way, considering there is a trade route via sea from Hansa to Corosav. Corosav had a weak military - but it was economically helpful. That is why no one tried to destroy it, because it would hurt themselves. But Felicity had no reasons for financial distress. She wanted to destroy where her father lived. She boarded the Shuyati, and the ship declined deeper into the ocean, where her name was to be put in history.

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The sounds of thundering waves collapsing over one another in masses and crowds went forth in the ears of all living things that even drew near to the dark blue floors in the Teschato Ocean, The smashing and splashing of thousands of gathered pieces of water in that sea did well to collaborate in tackling each other and those that stand in their path about. In all of this it was a good thing Greyon was a beast built for swimming and took no real threat to the sea, so far but yet even the ebony fat and lumbering warship with it's endurant focused build couldn't keep itself in place, being forced to rock both back and forth in continuos movements when falling victim to the abuse of ravaging relentless determination of an upset ocean, it was this that made Greyon and the crew inside it flourish, it was that abuse that made Greyon stretch out his vins in the depths of this case of hell and high water and swim onwards, the crew inside him just as stubborn to rest as the wood resisting the bangs and beats from the very liquid it ripped through to carry on, Once more the waves struck the side of the ship, once more the beast leaned to the side and was tugged into the ocean slightly before springing back up in it's stubbornness, it was a tough night, a tough night or tough day, it was hard to tell in the mist of the storm and cloudy black skies which flocked like herds of sheep along in the rays of the sun that was once there, selfishness displayed by them as the clouds devoured the hope and happiness light bestowed against the mortal kin that scurried on two legs below in this sea "Gluttony!" A voiced cried up towards the sky while hanging eagerly at nose of the ship, his palmed wrapped around a rope while his body was hidden in a leather, purple cloak that matched the fine elegance of a counts bedsheets, no the cloak is not leather!, it is a count bed sheets, torn apart and made into a rain cloak, it even had his royal mark of degree decorated in the middle, surely this fellow is mad but he must be to even come here.

The sounds of the water trying to break in and exact a more than un-deserved vengeance on the Captain brought a sense of relaxation to his ears, the attacks so hard as the view was engulfed by the water in his cabin at the lower decks as the waves where so eager to grow and lay siege it was almost scary to witness it up close, like watching a tiger pounce at it's bars, you know it won't break out but never the less you can't help but to clench you're heart and hope it doesn't. The floor went vertical, then the vertical became the opposite direction, the rocking was easily detected but the captain had grown accustomed to such a shift of atmosphere now that he simply sat on his finely made oak crafted chair which seems to have just been polished by it's smooth shine in the candle light. The Moderately Renown Black-Wood hunched his back while his only velvet eye glittered and twisted at the emerald in his hand, a fat and rectangle diamond made of a green so bright it could be mistaken for the poison on a blade, more of these diamonds sat at his desk along with bundles of gold stuck in Victorian golden cases, each with odd symbols at the front. Samos's fingers poked out there bones and pale blue veins as he started to twisted it around casually, his one eye looking up as a muffled yell reached his ears "Gluttony" he uttered slowly under his bandages in a fine but relaxed tone, slowly twisting his body around along with his chair, his other hand reaching up to place one his fingers at his lips as he enter a pondering state. Silence ensued, silence broken by the waves but between nothing as the now morally decayed man gazed into the gem, his violet eye enhancing with a slight glow just before it returned to the dull sight once again "Why does he say that everytime theres a storm..." He asked somewhat apathetically, as if he's struggling to care while he lazily threw the diamond behind him weakly, forcing it to make a slight "tatata" as it hit the desk.

All of a sudden between the throw of his diamond and mix of waves a loud "Smack!" barged in as the wooden door was piratically slammed in haste against the wall, revealing the arms of a very muscled man with skin that hint towards a pure, black tint that could only point to the most exotic ethnic backgrounds with a face that most people would kill for, being burly yet smooth, if it was not for the fact his left eye was missing and now was inhabited by a red crystals, his being scarred by a dagger it would seem to, the crewman's trousers where a pair of baggy and striped in a mixture of grey colors while he wore the simplest pair of old,brown leather boots, his shirt cannot be described, for he has none "Captain, The crew think the storm might get heavier and the Greyon having a bit of trouble in the conditions.." He spoke in a American accent. Samos stared forth at the glass window before slowly turning his head to the crew member "Looks fine to me, if you're scared of some water maybe you should of thought twice before coming on my ship..." He replied in a slightly irritated but firm voice. The man only peered forth at him until a sense of awkwardness grew, making him step back driftingly and close the door as he did however before the door closed the Captain turn to stare at the lock, watching it place itself once again in the wall. A deeper haunting silence took place now, forcing the captain to gaze to his left at the ground then switch that gaze to the right before finally taking out a piece of parchment from his desk and reaching out in a multiple action to his ink and quill, his quill being a finely woven silver feather and thus, began to write.