Nicair Claden
The Iron Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Auuqlcom6tM
(For my sanity and work schedule if people could only tag me if what I'm doing or what you're doing directly affects either of us. Or if you wish to involve me in something. Please and thank you!)
He'd been away for some time now. Pulling nothing major than an odd job here and there. Plans were being set in motion, and there was but a few weeks left before he'd have the time to put them in place. But for now he was answering the call of someone he'd left to their own devices before. It was time to erase the debt. His ship was newly acquired but there was blood enough on it for a thousand souls to fill. The Brazen Claw crew once inhabited the vessel, their blood tarnished the inside and mixed with their victims. Those that have been on the ship say that the souls aboard are haunted, Nicair didn't believe in ghosts. It wasn't the ghosts they were referring to, however..
Warfare meant many different things, sometimes it was head-on and in the trenches. Sometimes it was with subtlety and no small amount of flair. Nicair wasn't doing much of either of those things. His ship, though it had been a few weeks in his possession, was still largely considered a pirate vessel. It didn't hurt that he would occasionally use it as such when the mood, and mark, hit him just right. But for now, it seemed for all intents and purposes to be one of the many vessels acting as boarders for the Commenor blockade. He'd shown up slightly late to the party, but all the better.
[member="Lady Kay"]
(For my sanity and work schedule if people could only tag me if what I'm doing or what you're doing directly affects either of us. Or if you wish to involve me in something. Please and thank you!)
He'd been away for some time now. Pulling nothing major than an odd job here and there. Plans were being set in motion, and there was but a few weeks left before he'd have the time to put them in place. But for now he was answering the call of someone he'd left to their own devices before. It was time to erase the debt. His ship was newly acquired but there was blood enough on it for a thousand souls to fill. The Brazen Claw crew once inhabited the vessel, their blood tarnished the inside and mixed with their victims. Those that have been on the ship say that the souls aboard are haunted, Nicair didn't believe in ghosts. It wasn't the ghosts they were referring to, however..
Warfare meant many different things, sometimes it was head-on and in the trenches. Sometimes it was with subtlety and no small amount of flair. Nicair wasn't doing much of either of those things. His ship, though it had been a few weeks in his possession, was still largely considered a pirate vessel. It didn't hurt that he would occasionally use it as such when the mood, and mark, hit him just right. But for now, it seemed for all intents and purposes to be one of the many vessels acting as boarders for the Commenor blockade. He'd shown up slightly late to the party, but all the better.
[member="Lady Kay"]