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[Vahn Roughnight]

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After a talk with Noah, Cats brother. Vahn traveled to Skara Brae and bought a few clothing items.

"Sir do you have a room I can change in?" Vahn asked

"Aye sir I do just back there" the tailor replied.

Vahn walked into the back room with the new purchased clothing items and closed the door behind him. After a few minutes passed by he walked out of the room wearing a sleavless shirt, long pants, thigh boots, and a skull cap with a sheathed long sword at his side.

"This should be good enough."he mutters to himself.

Reaching into his pack Vahn pulled out a rune book. Flipping through a couple pages he placed his finger on the left page then began to mutter a few words. With a flash of light he dissappeared from Skara and appeared in Buccaneers Den.

He walked through its streets for awhile passing a few sailors here and there. As he came closer and closer to the tavern hecame across more and more drunken sailors walking about the streets. As he entered the tavern he scanned the room a bit and saw it semi full of sailors drinking ale, cursing loudly, and laughing. For a few moments he looked for an empty seat. Looking to the middle table he saw one andwalked over. As he proceeded to sit down the other sailors there gave him a stern look for a moment then went back to there idle chat.

Vahn lookedtowards the tavern keeper and yelled to him "Oy there! A free round of ale for everyone!" a loudcheer suddenly came forth from the sailors as he said that.

"'Ey there. your not that bad lad. Whats your name?" a semi drunk sailor asked Vahn.

"You can call me Kruger" Vahn told the sailor.

"So what brings you 'ere?" the sailor asked Vahn.

"Lookin for a ship to serve on. Preferably a new one with alot of openings. Last thing I want to do is swab the deck. You know? A good ship with a Captian with alot of experience" Vahn said to him

[to be continued]
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"Concerning martial valor, merit lies more in dying for one's master than in striking down the enemy."

[Vahn Roughnight]

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"'ey I know a good Captian. Everyone 'round here calls him Captian Grey" He replied

"Where can I find Captian Grey then?" Vahn asked him

Some one from the tavern yelled over to Vahn "Wont be that easy mate. No one see's Captian Grey right now."

For a moment or two Vahn looked about the tavern looking for who said that till he saw one of them looking at him "Why's that?" vahn asked.

"Because some old geezer cursed the Captian. Only certian people are allowed ta see him" the man said sternly.

"Cursed, what kind of curse....whats your name?" Vahn asked with a bit of curiosity.

"Ye can call me Richard the Bloody. Aye cursed I say, he is consumed by these green poisonous flames. It bloody kills him these poisonous flames then just to be ressurected to suffer the same fate! Something not to touch lad. On top of that some little midgit took most of his arm!. I would of killed that walking footstool if I was there! Then turn his skull into a soup bowl!" Richard the Bloody said with a bit of anger.

"How much of his arm did he lose?" Vahn asked as he kept focus on him.

"From the elbow down on his right arm. Stupid yellow belly'd walking footstool!!" Richard the Bloody slammed his fist on the table hard as he said that.

"I see, sorry to hear about Grey. I'll go search around the docks to see if there are any other ships." Vahn got up after he said that. As he left the tavern he walked in the direction of the docks and stopped half way there.

"So Grey is that bad off huh? This should be interesting. Maybe I should tell Cat this.." Vahn spoke quietly to himself. Looking around a bit Vahn pulled his rune book out and flipped through a couple pages till he placed his finger on one of the pages. He muttered a few words then sacred journyed.
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"Concerning martial valor, merit lies more in dying for one's master than in striking down the enemy."