Having found some strange comfort on the edge of the shard the captain began his walk back feeling no dicernable change in his temperment since he woke up in town a few days prior, other than the threat they posed to town they meant nothing to him personally. All in all he was in good spirits with only two things on his mind: Building his own house and field for hops perhaps with a small brewery to produce his own alchohol, all within a short walk to his recent meditation spot. And what could be considered a change in outlook, changing his focuses to the more magical walks of life as opposed to the rogueish path he once walked. Not to say he wouldn't still be a pirate or run a band of theives. There was too much reward in that. But in his own little way perhaps the captain was embraces his empryrean side as opposed to clinging to the human he once was. Hed laughed to himself somewhat insanely, took a swing from his bottle and began whistling an old sea shanty as he continued down the less traveled path.
The Uordeq simply smirked and looked at the Captain with a deep sense of pride behind his eyes. "The blood of a certain Black Wolf by the name of Rasiri" he said. I happen to remember your affinity for blood magic, I thought that should he stand against you that this may help."
The Captain then did something only seasoned members of his crew had seen him do. He raised his left hand where he ceremoniously cut his palm to initiate new crew members and instead of cutting it open his pinky ring could be seen glowing bright orange as the bright white scar opened itself up much deeper than anatomy should allow and the captain poured Rasiri's blood into his hand. He then looked over at the Uordeq and smiled as he raised a finger to his lips and uttered a "shh"
[Christian (Captain Belle) will concur to the following: There will be a bit of a gap between the last post and now as much of this thread was continued more privately in a face to face matter for no reason other the the fact that it would have been monotonus and droll to have included every little detail]
The Uordeq stood back and looks at what they had built in these days of work.. "Well Cap, we did it." He said with a smile.
[Indeed I Concur]
The Captain surveyed his surrounded and saw the gates to the crop field, the foundation for the lodge and most importantly the dry dock where the airship can safely land.
"Aye the corsairs den could have an even stronger start by this time next month, but as it is we need to start walking back to town for supplies."
The Captain returned to his home. Alone this time. And walked right past it. Not far. But close enough to the verge where he could truly hear the winds of madness whipping around him. To meditate, refocus his path and hopefully find his roguish ways again. And should a certain devil and his boney visage show up with his sword then so be it.
Silver had taken leave of town to quell her mind and re connect with her Empyrean insights and collectiveness. She saw the Captain walk closer to the verge and could feel the taint of his madness prevailing over his mind. She shuddered to think of what would happen shoul the madness completley prevail. It seemed to have quite a firm hold already.
Silver watched the encounter from quite a distance, and saw the blood be absorbed into the Captain's hand. The Cap was obviously making a preemptive against someone in town that he thought could be a possible problem later. She cringed to think what would happen if his blood mage powers came to full realization.
But surely he will suceed once again. And he will surely seek me out. He is quite unpredictible in his madness, but there is only one logical choice for him to take. Once he becomes a full blood mage he will kill me, most likley after quite a bit of torture so that a public example can be made of me as a reminder to the rest of Jastery. Unless I rejoin the Corsairs....
Silver steeled herself for the path ahead. She was not a fighter, and there were very few choices left to her with the path that was to come. She needed more time to think. Perhaps there would be another way? She would ponder the question, but surrendered to the likleyhood that she would have no choice but to rejoin the Crimson Corsairs as the Captain's Bard. Perhaps this time she could change events for the better...
The Captain prepared himself. knowing that in time Bloodbrand would appear. Now whether it would be a mirage of a maddened mind or the spirit himself remained to be seen as a trace of the bloodthirsty bastard had yet to be seen. As sober as he had ever been the Captain allowed himself to focus his dark magics. Perhaps in hopes that the spirit he seeks would rise take shape from the whipping winds of the void that surrounded him. Or perhaps wishing to further his art. Waves of Crimson emanated from the Empyrean, as he cleared his mind in an attempt to strengthen the bond with the sword that drank his blood.
Captain began to head back to town to mingle and take care of some business.
He began to walk back and checked on the ship on his way through the Pirate's Den
It seemed that the people he had hired to fix the rot problem had done a decent job and the ship looked to be in good shape so the captain kept walking intending to speak to the townsfolk at somepoint about a dry dock in town as well
The scorned Uordeq followed the captain down the path at a pace that allowed him to catch up fairly quickly. Intending to tell him what had transpired with the other Uordeqs whilst he was incapacitated. "Captain" he said as he caught up "Rasiri speaks ill of you and your plots, he had me make a blood bond with the black wolves." Sheogorath paused for a moment pulled out a watertight container with a gloved hand. "But my allegiance to the crew is more concrete, though i will expect recumpence for not retreiving me when i fell out of the crow's nest all that time ago." Continuing to keep pace the Uordeq extends the container to within the captain's reach.