((Another story. This one is set during phase 4 of the beta.))
A Meeting with a Commodore
Saefinn had become somewhat celebrated. His name was on the tongues of a few important people in Limsa Lominsa, including the admiral. A strange thing for a pirate, he felt. He thought it would have been harder giving up fellow pirates and even harder fighting against them, given his handicap, he’s a terrible fighter! Work was work, money was money and it meant fewer rivals at least, so he felt no remorse helping rid Limsa of a few pirates. What the Lalafell taught him was valuable, he had trained hard with the Arcanists’ Guild and practiced through the work provided by The Downing Wench. He didn’t expect to uncover a conspiracy in the process. It seemed fortune now favoured him, because rumours surfaced of a certain Sahagin manipulating a rival crew, a certain Sahagin Saefinn would rather see his brains splattered on the floor. This was great news, but Saefinn knew there would be no way he could fight him on his own, especially considering he’d probably have to fight through a whole crew of pirates. It wasn’t going to be that easy. This is when Saefinn decided he needed a new crew, but it wasn’t as if he could advertise willy nilly, the guards would soon be on to him.
When attending to business in Ul’dah Saefinn, stopped by The Quicksand for a few drinks and encountered an interesting couple…well, they didn’t like being called a couple, they were just individuals of a similar situation. The purple haired ex-tavern wench, Rosarian and Thaumaturge in training, I’shkandar, both looking for work. Saefinn was unsure at first, but neither Rosarian or I’shkandar seemed to care much for the law, it seemed Rosarian was more interested in getting away and I’shkandar seemed to like the prospect of adventure. Which was enough for Saefinn, but he perhaps made too many promises, he was kind of taken up in the moment and he talked about the idea of defeating those who abuse their power, about fighting for the underdog and other mumbo jumbo. To be fair, he believed in standing up for the underdog, it’s the very reason he offered a certain guard a Limsa grin – to him, that was ‘defeating those who abuse their power’, but when he mentioned the Garlean Empire, this might have been a tad too far, but Rosarian seemed to like the idea and she was a tough nut to crack. Perhaps he would one day be crazy enough to take on more than petty guards, manipulative captains and crooked merchants – heck, there were some Yellow Jackets he sort of started to take a liking to, but if they found out who he really was, they would surely change their tone. On the bright side he was already showing promise in the arcane arts, achieving feats he previously thought impossible. Perhaps there could be some substance to his claims.
Their meeting left on a note, Limsa Lominsa were willing to pay for mercenaries to take on the pirate crew supporting the Sahagin. He promised the pair work and it seemed like an opportunity for Saefinn to strike back on one of the Sahagin responsible for the death of his old crew. However, Saefinn needed a plan, when he thought about it, if it were just the 3 of them, they wouldn’t stand a chance. He needed somebody to take the defence and somebody to heal them. Rosarian boasted her strength and ability to fight, but she didn’t look equipped to take any hard damage and well, I’shkandar was a Thaumaturge, great for killing things, not so great in the defence department. Saefinn thought perhaps he could hire somebody to do it, but he didn’t have much coin to his name, instead he felt there was only one person who should really take the front lines, to prove himself as a captain and that was he. The idea worried him, he was never a good fighter, which is what attracted him about the arcane arts. This is what brought him to Reyner and the Yellow Jackets.
“So, Reyner, do you mind if I call you Reyner?†He smiled.
“Yes, you may. What is it you wish to speak to me about?â€
“It’s about your Yellow Jackets. They’re, well it’s a little embarrassing for me, they seem to pack a lot of brawn. Tough little guys…well…maybe not little on the account of that Roegadyn, he’s huge but still. I saw them in action, they could take a beating.â€
“They are there to protect. But what are you asking me?â€
“Well, as you can see, I’m not that much of a bruiser. I mean, I have this little fluffy bundle of joy,†he pointed to his yellow carbuncle by his side, “to take a beating for me. And well, I wanted to toughen up a little.â€
“Hmm…†Commodore Reyner stroked his chin, “well it is not me you should be speaking to. You should be joining the Marauder’s guild, just head downstairs and speak to the receptionist. You’re probably going to need to start small, get used to the weight of an axe. If you need some tips once you have got some practice, I will let you speak to some of my Yellow Jackets, after all, they are in your debt.â€
“Much obliged Reyner,†Saefinn bowed and walked down the stairs to the Marauders’ Guild reception area. After registering with the guild, Saefinn spoke to the Guild Master, Wyrnzoen, who proceeded to lecture Saefinn on what it means to be a marauder and a load of other stuff he didn’t quite pay attention to, he was more interested in acquiring his first axe so that he could swing it at some of Limsa’s native wildlife.
Once receiving his axe, Saefinn held it out, felt its heavy weight, perhaps a little too heavy, but he was prepared with training exercises, knowing he could work his way to becoming strong enough to tackle a Sahagin. He was determined, he wanted to see the blade of his axe between two fish eyes, which was enough to motivate him to embrace his training, to let his muscles ache and for him continue to fight, for himself take a beating. Saefinn was finally conquering his own shortcomings as a captain, the idea made him smile. He only needed one more thing, a crew. If he could show his brawn at Satasha then perhaps it will prove his strength as captain, maybe that'd be enough to sell it.
A Meeting with a Commodore
Saefinn had become somewhat celebrated. His name was on the tongues of a few important people in Limsa Lominsa, including the admiral. A strange thing for a pirate, he felt. He thought it would have been harder giving up fellow pirates and even harder fighting against them, given his handicap, he’s a terrible fighter! Work was work, money was money and it meant fewer rivals at least, so he felt no remorse helping rid Limsa of a few pirates. What the Lalafell taught him was valuable, he had trained hard with the Arcanists’ Guild and practiced through the work provided by The Downing Wench. He didn’t expect to uncover a conspiracy in the process. It seemed fortune now favoured him, because rumours surfaced of a certain Sahagin manipulating a rival crew, a certain Sahagin Saefinn would rather see his brains splattered on the floor. This was great news, but Saefinn knew there would be no way he could fight him on his own, especially considering he’d probably have to fight through a whole crew of pirates. It wasn’t going to be that easy. This is when Saefinn decided he needed a new crew, but it wasn’t as if he could advertise willy nilly, the guards would soon be on to him.
When attending to business in Ul’dah Saefinn, stopped by The Quicksand for a few drinks and encountered an interesting couple…well, they didn’t like being called a couple, they were just individuals of a similar situation. The purple haired ex-tavern wench, Rosarian and Thaumaturge in training, I’shkandar, both looking for work. Saefinn was unsure at first, but neither Rosarian or I’shkandar seemed to care much for the law, it seemed Rosarian was more interested in getting away and I’shkandar seemed to like the prospect of adventure. Which was enough for Saefinn, but he perhaps made too many promises, he was kind of taken up in the moment and he talked about the idea of defeating those who abuse their power, about fighting for the underdog and other mumbo jumbo. To be fair, he believed in standing up for the underdog, it’s the very reason he offered a certain guard a Limsa grin – to him, that was ‘defeating those who abuse their power’, but when he mentioned the Garlean Empire, this might have been a tad too far, but Rosarian seemed to like the idea and she was a tough nut to crack. Perhaps he would one day be crazy enough to take on more than petty guards, manipulative captains and crooked merchants – heck, there were some Yellow Jackets he sort of started to take a liking to, but if they found out who he really was, they would surely change their tone. On the bright side he was already showing promise in the arcane arts, achieving feats he previously thought impossible. Perhaps there could be some substance to his claims.
Their meeting left on a note, Limsa Lominsa were willing to pay for mercenaries to take on the pirate crew supporting the Sahagin. He promised the pair work and it seemed like an opportunity for Saefinn to strike back on one of the Sahagin responsible for the death of his old crew. However, Saefinn needed a plan, when he thought about it, if it were just the 3 of them, they wouldn’t stand a chance. He needed somebody to take the defence and somebody to heal them. Rosarian boasted her strength and ability to fight, but she didn’t look equipped to take any hard damage and well, I’shkandar was a Thaumaturge, great for killing things, not so great in the defence department. Saefinn thought perhaps he could hire somebody to do it, but he didn’t have much coin to his name, instead he felt there was only one person who should really take the front lines, to prove himself as a captain and that was he. The idea worried him, he was never a good fighter, which is what attracted him about the arcane arts. This is what brought him to Reyner and the Yellow Jackets.
“So, Reyner, do you mind if I call you Reyner?†He smiled.
“Yes, you may. What is it you wish to speak to me about?â€
“It’s about your Yellow Jackets. They’re, well it’s a little embarrassing for me, they seem to pack a lot of brawn. Tough little guys…well…maybe not little on the account of that Roegadyn, he’s huge but still. I saw them in action, they could take a beating.â€
“They are there to protect. But what are you asking me?â€
“Well, as you can see, I’m not that much of a bruiser. I mean, I have this little fluffy bundle of joy,†he pointed to his yellow carbuncle by his side, “to take a beating for me. And well, I wanted to toughen up a little.â€
“Hmm…†Commodore Reyner stroked his chin, “well it is not me you should be speaking to. You should be joining the Marauder’s guild, just head downstairs and speak to the receptionist. You’re probably going to need to start small, get used to the weight of an axe. If you need some tips once you have got some practice, I will let you speak to some of my Yellow Jackets, after all, they are in your debt.â€
“Much obliged Reyner,†Saefinn bowed and walked down the stairs to the Marauders’ Guild reception area. After registering with the guild, Saefinn spoke to the Guild Master, Wyrnzoen, who proceeded to lecture Saefinn on what it means to be a marauder and a load of other stuff he didn’t quite pay attention to, he was more interested in acquiring his first axe so that he could swing it at some of Limsa’s native wildlife.
Once receiving his axe, Saefinn held it out, felt its heavy weight, perhaps a little too heavy, but he was prepared with training exercises, knowing he could work his way to becoming strong enough to tackle a Sahagin. He was determined, he wanted to see the blade of his axe between two fish eyes, which was enough to motivate him to embrace his training, to let his muscles ache and for him continue to fight, for himself take a beating. Saefinn was finally conquering his own shortcomings as a captain, the idea made him smile. He only needed one more thing, a crew. If he could show his brawn at Satasha then perhaps it will prove his strength as captain, maybe that'd be enough to sell it.
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The Scholar Captain
