by Hellfire » Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:00 am
Mighty and not so mighty men have rose and fell in these days, some rose to the top through shear might, and were beaten down by it and their own lust for power. Yet others were slain long ago, and simply tried to carve out their meager livings off of the defenseless and weak, only to be silences in a pathetic whimper. The seas are a chaotic place, and many great fleets have been scuttled to the murky depths with their crew, and the lords and ladies of the pirate world have seen what can happen when few become many. The guilds have risen from the ashes of the Voodoo, and they shall be a driving force for ages to come. So why don't all ya young'ns go find shelter. Because even though one storm has just blown over, the dawn is yet blood red; And we all know the old fisherman's tales.
Kill one man
Murderer.
Kill a million
Conqueror.
Kill them all
God.