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TIME TO BE AN IDIOT!"
Um, isn't that the right thing to do all the time? 😂😅"
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A figure stormed out onto the deck of the Black Revenge, an infamous vessel known for it’s ruthless pirate crew. The Black Revenge had been stolen from the king of Astrar by his own son, a man named Alduin Solaris. Alduin had painted it black, and had modified it over the years to become one of the strongest ships on the 8 seas.
Today the vessel was calmly cruising along on the waters of the open ocean, all was perceived to be well. The water was partially clear due to location, and they could see the dolphins swimming along side of the ship.
The figure’s gaze swept across the crew harshly, his silvery hair was tied back into a long ponytail, and it looked like he hadn’t shaven in around a month, the startings of a beard was coming around. He didn’t look like a captain, far from it, in fact, if you were to look at him without knowing his reputation he looked like a normal crew member.
He climbed the steps that lead up to the helm, and his eyes narrowed as he looked over his ship. This was his creation, the work of his life, the apple of his eye. He had spent ages making sure it was in near-perfect condition, and he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon.
The royal navy can try as they might, but Captain Solaris would not easily give up his prize. Not after risking his life to gain it in the first place.
One gloved hand came to rest on the wheel, his fingers curling around the peg, an a sly smile started to spread across his face. His crew was the best in this side of the world, he had made sure of that himself.
One of the crew-members glanced up from the sword he was sharpening, the golden hair adorning his head shining in the sunlight, mostly from grease, but also because of the natural sheen of his hair. The man reached up to shade his eyes, squinting to see his captain properly.
Alduin raised one hand, his pinkie and ring finger parted slightly while the rest were held together, a signal.
The man stood up and sheathed the sword, approaching the helm to receive his orders. He was a handsome man, in his early 20’s, and he had yet to grow in any sort of facial hair.
Alduin smiled down at him, he had held this man in high favor ever since they were young. William was his First-mate, and one of the first people to have assisted him in his journey.

Lynxforge Isle
Lynxforge Port
The Healer’s Den
The Loch
The Wandering Raccoon Inn and Tavern
Lynxforge Manor
The Wandering Trader’s home
Astrar
The Port
The Living Heron Tavern
The People’s Market
Astrar Fort
The throne room
The Palace Halls
The Hidden Isles
The Palace of the Ghost King
The Village Ruins
The Barren Plains
The Reaper’s Canyon