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╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ A public declaration by Corsair Lord Frisque 307 AC Word traveled around the Holy City of Regalia about a gathering amongst the Varran Court, all of the city welcome to hear what...

-=- A soft gray haze expanded out over the deep blue depths of the eastern waters, crawling over the surface like a creeping mist out of some horror story. Obstructions protruded through the smoke, drifting along the surface of the sea amongst the various wreckage which littered the surrounding...

-=- The salty sea breeze brushed through the fiery fur of the Corsair Lord who stood strong at the bow of the lead ship amongst his fleet along the Essalonian Strait. Waves lightly crashed into the side of the various ships present, flags of red and gold high above head flapped harshly in the...