Hale Loneshadow
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Captain Dorian Barron thumbed his gear-watch as he stood near the bow of his airship heavily armed airship, The Maiden's Tempest, pondering just how far he and his crew had come over the last decade, and for that matter, how far he had come over the past 28 years since his birth. Once a boy in rags, born in Beggar's Row in the town of Westharbour, he was now a man dressed in the finest garments that would make a Lord jealous. Dorian was richer beyond his wildest dreams, and he could thank the new government for that.
It was almost laughable how the whole change had happened, thought Captain Dorian with a devilish grin.
Eleven years ago, the world as all the citizens of the land of Avondale had knew it, changed. Their Lord Protector, the leader of the Old Order, had been sinking their country into debt like quicksand. His Majesty had cut the budget of the military, effectively making what had been one of the grandest nations of the Civil World for the past seven hundred years, into one of the weakest in a span of six short years. It was during this time, that their old enemy, the totalitarian state of Hellvend was creating a massive army of both men and automatons. They were being funded by every secretive fringe group that wished to see their old foe Avondale brought to "justice".
So, on the day of Avondale's greatest celebration of their nation, Tyranus Vindictus, Supreme Overlord of Hellvend, made his move. Using a blitzkrieg-like form of attack, he and his masses of men, machines, and airships blasted their way into the unsuspecting major cities of Avondale, slaughtering many tens of thousands of civilians, and obliterating the laughable army of Avondale. After surrounding the capital building, Supreme Overlord Vindictus strode straight into the office of the Lord Protector, easily overwhelming his guards. Dragging the Lord Proctector by his neck outside, in front of the millions of citizens who had just been beaten and decimated by the invading army, Vindictus pulled out a steam-and-gear powered pistol, and shot their Lord Protector in the back of the head. As his brains and gore splattered the crowd below, it was then and there that Vindictus became the leader of the New Order, imposing his vicious and greedy reign over all under his rule.
Though, of course, as one of the most infamous Airship Pirates of the bloody skies, Captain Dorian Barron was most certainly NOT under that bastard's rule!
With a smile at that thought, Dorian flipped his precious watch over twice, and slid it softly into his breast-pocket. Spinning on his heel to face his beloved crew, friends all, he raised both of his hands above his head in a fist, geared gloves shining in the morning light. At that motion, his whole crew on deck raised their voices in a huge cheer, clapping wildly as they did so.
"My friends! My brothers and sisters! We have won yet ANOTHER fantastic victory here today, crushing yet another supply line of that Vindict-ass, taking both fame and, more importantly, LOOT!", Captain Dorian said in an exclamatory voice.
Sweeping his hands down to rest on his hips, he continued. "But, what's even more important than THAT, is the piece of map we have found! Yes, it is half of half of what we have been on the hunt for, for the past four years! The map to the Treasure of the Court. Now, as I'm sure we all know, the Treasure of the Court is one of the most famous AND infamous of all treasures. Everyone who has set out looking for the legendary lost stash of the Old Order has never returned. Well my friends...I say, LET'S BE THE FIRST!!!" That caused another raucous explosion of cheers and claps from his beloved crew.
Turning once more to the bow of the ship, and flipping his large-brimmed hat upon his head for dramatic flair, Dorian pointed Westward. "But first...first my friends, we must make for the pirate's haven of Corkner. There, we may drink our fill, and see if we canno' gather any information for our grandest adventurte yet! Heave off, gents!"
With that, the crew burst into rhythmic pirating and drinking songs, as they threw more coal into the steam-powered engine, and with a few cranks and turns here and there, were well on their way to the famed pirate's haven port town of Corkner.
It was almost laughable how the whole change had happened, thought Captain Dorian with a devilish grin.
Eleven years ago, the world as all the citizens of the land of Avondale had knew it, changed. Their Lord Protector, the leader of the Old Order, had been sinking their country into debt like quicksand. His Majesty had cut the budget of the military, effectively making what had been one of the grandest nations of the Civil World for the past seven hundred years, into one of the weakest in a span of six short years. It was during this time, that their old enemy, the totalitarian state of Hellvend was creating a massive army of both men and automatons. They were being funded by every secretive fringe group that wished to see their old foe Avondale brought to "justice".
So, on the day of Avondale's greatest celebration of their nation, Tyranus Vindictus, Supreme Overlord of Hellvend, made his move. Using a blitzkrieg-like form of attack, he and his masses of men, machines, and airships blasted their way into the unsuspecting major cities of Avondale, slaughtering many tens of thousands of civilians, and obliterating the laughable army of Avondale. After surrounding the capital building, Supreme Overlord Vindictus strode straight into the office of the Lord Protector, easily overwhelming his guards. Dragging the Lord Proctector by his neck outside, in front of the millions of citizens who had just been beaten and decimated by the invading army, Vindictus pulled out a steam-and-gear powered pistol, and shot their Lord Protector in the back of the head. As his brains and gore splattered the crowd below, it was then and there that Vindictus became the leader of the New Order, imposing his vicious and greedy reign over all under his rule.
Though, of course, as one of the most infamous Airship Pirates of the bloody skies, Captain Dorian Barron was most certainly NOT under that bastard's rule!
With a smile at that thought, Dorian flipped his precious watch over twice, and slid it softly into his breast-pocket. Spinning on his heel to face his beloved crew, friends all, he raised both of his hands above his head in a fist, geared gloves shining in the morning light. At that motion, his whole crew on deck raised their voices in a huge cheer, clapping wildly as they did so.
"My friends! My brothers and sisters! We have won yet ANOTHER fantastic victory here today, crushing yet another supply line of that Vindict-ass, taking both fame and, more importantly, LOOT!", Captain Dorian said in an exclamatory voice.
Sweeping his hands down to rest on his hips, he continued. "But, what's even more important than THAT, is the piece of map we have found! Yes, it is half of half of what we have been on the hunt for, for the past four years! The map to the Treasure of the Court. Now, as I'm sure we all know, the Treasure of the Court is one of the most famous AND infamous of all treasures. Everyone who has set out looking for the legendary lost stash of the Old Order has never returned. Well my friends...I say, LET'S BE THE FIRST!!!" That caused another raucous explosion of cheers and claps from his beloved crew.
Turning once more to the bow of the ship, and flipping his large-brimmed hat upon his head for dramatic flair, Dorian pointed Westward. "But first...first my friends, we must make for the pirate's haven of Corkner. There, we may drink our fill, and see if we canno' gather any information for our grandest adventurte yet! Heave off, gents!"
With that, the crew burst into rhythmic pirating and drinking songs, as they threw more coal into the steam-powered engine, and with a few cranks and turns here and there, were well on their way to the famed pirate's haven port town of Corkner.
