Open Captain Blueheart's Crew Registration.

[Rheon Blueheart]

71st. Fall 513 AV, “It really is a beautiful and fun city,” Rheon said out loud to himself. Maybe trying to push the thoughts of the dystopia Ravok actually was out of his mind. A dystopia Rheon may actually have been a part of. Instead he wanted to focus on the beautiful, shifting, reflecting roads known as canals. He wanted to focus on the street lamps and cool air. He wanted to focus on the laughter and music, but every street, every lamp, every voice, and every tune seemed to utter the name Rhysol. “It’s a shame…It really has potential to be a great city. I guess trash really can be painted gold. Oh well might as well make the most of it.” Rheon ignored the stench of false freedom the city reaked with. It was the only problem he had with Ravok. Being able to commit crime did not make one free, being able to go places, did not make you free. Rheon considered himself free and the people of Ravok he viewed as slaves. He even considered some Sylirians more free then the people of Ravok. Rheon was able to make his decisions not because of an organization, or a syndicate. Rheon did what he wanted because of his own will and not for the fear of outside forces. Walking across one of the bridges of Ravok Rheon chuckled to himself as he spoke. “The people here pretend to know freedom. What a tragedy.” Rheon did not ponder on deep thoughts too long as it was not his nature to think to hard about subjects out of his control. Even with these thought rising in his mind he remained as carefree and jovial as the next guy. Besides, Rheon had something else to think about…something much more important. He needed to find work. Work that he could only find here, legally that is. He needed a crew if he was supposed to become the greatest Captain of the seas. The problem was his “Ship” was nonexistant. This defined the meaning of the phrase “you gotta start somewhere.” If he could gain any sailors willing to sail with him it would ease his financial burdens then they could put their money together and afford some of the nicer things in life. Being the cheap selfish man he was, he didn’t want to pay for all the materials to make a signing area so he decide to do what he did best…steal. He walked up to a local merchant sailing produce. “Hey how much are those apples?” “1 gm kind sir” “How much is that rice over there.” “Where?” “In the back.” “Hmmm? I don’t see any…hey where did he run off to.” Rheon had walked off with the apple sign planning to use it for his own purposes. Since he was hungry he grabbed an apple as well. He headed off to the Silver Silver Tavern as there would be a lot of people there which would be potential applicants. When Rheon arrived at the Tavern and set up in an empty space. There was boistorus laughter, songs, drinks and other festivities. Rheon merely sat with a drink in hand with a sign that had “Apples” crossed out and “Crew registration” written beneath it. After a few minutes a man stopped to ask Rheon about his sign. “So you’re in search of a crew? Who are you anyway?” “What you haven’t heard of me?” Rheon smirked. “I’m the hottest thing in Ravok as I will soon become one of the best Captains to tame the seas.” “Er what Is your name son.” “Captain Blueheart is my name. Friends call me Shark.” “Never heard of ya. This ship of yours is it big?” “It is a modest vessel constructed of my finest dreams.” “So it doesn't exist.” “No, that’s not what I said. I said it was a modest vessel--" The stranger began to laugh violently as he walked away pointing and cursing. Rheon looked around to see if anyone else was watching but since everyone was laughing and cursing no one noticed it was directed towards him. “Well I can scratch that guy off my list. That was plain rude.” Rheon took a bite out of his apple and then a sip of his drink as he began to hum the songs sung around him. He continued to wait for anyone else who would be interested in hiring him, or anyone willing to serve under the “great" Captain Blueheart of the Suvan Sea.

[Rheon Blueheart]

Rheon waited…and waited…and waited, but no one seemed to even notice him or his makeshift sign. Rheon looked around and realized that an hour and a half must have passed while he was sitting here. “I don’t understand there has to at least be someone who would be interested. Has everyone lost that sense for adventure that they are automatically born with. The people of Ravok have grown dull. This is almost unheard of. If I knew this was going to happen I would have went to Sunberth instead. It seems like this is going to be harder than I thought.” Another stranger saw Rheon huffing and puffing about and decided to go speak with him. “I have no intention of joining your crew, but I couldn’t help but overhear you. What business would you want with a crew?" Rheon remained in his position. Leaned back with his arms folded, and eyes shut. He nonchalantly said, “Eh, you know the norm. A little fishing and trading to keep a stable source of income, a little piracy if I want because that’s more fun, searching and mapping the corners of the world for treasure and untold myths, and I’m going to hunt down the Balnag.” The stranger nearly fell out his seat as he spit out his drink. “Did you say the Balnag?! Are you an idiot? You will surely meet your end boy. Listen to wise council and give up that foolish dream.You will surely die the day you meet him." Rheon still kept his eyes shut and kept his calm demeanor. “I’ve met him already.” “HAHAHA! Then you’ll be telling me you swam with the tooth fairy. You’re drunk boy. No one has seen Balnag and lived to tell a tale about it.” “If no one lived, where do the tales come from then?” Rheon opened his eyes and smirked at the man realizing he had won this argument with this statement. The stranger begin to stumble over his words in an attempt to rebuttal; however, it proved useless as Rheon gathered his belongings and left. He patted the man on the back and in a calm cheerful voice he said. “You had better worry about your own fortunes mate." Rheon then walked outside the tavern and set up the sign outside hoping that he will attract more attention since people would be entering, and exiting. He hoped those with a sense of adventure (and in need of a job) would join his crew.

[Rheon Blueheart]

It turns out setting the sign outside of the tavern did him no better. People just left in and out the lively place without an inquiry of what Rheon was doing. He barely even got any glances. He was alone in his thoughts and began to again think of the polarity of Ravok. The city was alluring to visitors. Rheon himself even thought everyone should experience living here at least once in their lifetime. These thoughts quickly vanished when a woman dropped a piece of bread beside Rheon and smiled as if she had pity. Rheon took quick offense and threw the bread in a nearby stream (not before breaking some of it off of course) “Do I look like a beggar to you. Here’s some advice stop making assumptions about people. Jeez, you guys have managed to annoy me beyond all reason in a matter of minutes,” Rheon shouted. The woman looked a little puzzled by his words and began to explain herself. “But sir you were sitting outside and the sign…” “Yeah the sign says CREW REGISTRATION not HUNGRY BEGGAR see I even crossed the apples out, so if you don’t plan on joining my bloodthirsty crew I will ask you to leave me alone in my thoughts. You my friend are the rudest woman I have ever met and you will forever be my enemy.” The strange lady looked a bit terrified by Rheon’s outbursts, yet she did not leave. She rolled her eyes as she spoke saying, “Crew you say? Where is your ship and men?” Rheon put his hand in his face, for he grew tired of answering this question. He dragged his hand down and replied tiredly. “Let’s just say it is in the works. As for the crew I do not have one yet, hence the crew registrations.” “Well good luck mister all I know is that I wouldn’t go gallivanting with some pirate away from Ravok. Look how beautiful this place is. It always has great weather, water, excuse me fresh water. Yep, Rhysol sure takes care of us, all we need is him.” “So, what you’re telling me is it is Rhysol’s fault that no one will join my crew.” “Wait, were you even listening mister...” “My name is Captain Blueheart.” “Captain, but you don’t have a…” “I swear to Laviku if you say it I will dump your headless body into the lake, and yes you can fill in the blanks as how you will become headless.” The young lady lightly jogged into the tavern looking back nervously at Rheon every few paces. Rheon merely ignored her from then on and decided that he should learn more of this Rhysol. He decided that he would wait a little longer outside for potential signers then he would go out to get more info on this Rhysol who did not want him to have a crew. It was an idiotic conclusion by a rash man; however, this was not uncommon for Rheon to assume things like this, and act upon these thoughts. He then looked around to make sure that lady was gone then he took a bite out of the bread she gave him.

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The woman had apparently met someone inside the tavern, as she quickly walked out, followed by an intimidating looking man wearing the signature armor of the Ebonstryfe. "He threatened me, and insulted Rhysol" she whispered harshly, though Rheon couldn't hear it. The last might have been a little bit of an understatement... but it was her word against Rheon's. The Stryfe snorted and strode up to the Svefra, a malicious smirk on his face.

"Crew registration? For what, a fishing boat? And, on a whim... might I see your... papers? Can't have non-citizens hiring, can we?" The Stryfe laughed loudly, kicking down Rheon's sign with a booted foot. He probably wasn't the most just of all the Ebonstryfe, but he had a point. For a first... Ravok was landlocked. One wouldn't be able to get to the open sea by anything but land, and the biggest boat was just as the Stryfe had said, a fishing boat. And most of those didn't need more than one or two other crew mates... who were usually family. "Are you mad man? Someone heard you babbling back there about the Balnag, and a Toothfaree... somethingorother. What would the Balnag be doing in Lake Ravok? And what in Rhysol's name is a toothfaree? Some kind of... tooth thing? What?" Another snort, and the sign was kicked further away from them.

"Papers. Now." The order was harsh and serious this time, the Stryfe's face turning into one of grim supremacy.

[Rheon Blueheart]

Rheon again was alone in his thoughts as he dreamed of the day he would finally be able to set sail and be feared among the oceans, and maybe the world. In the corner of his eye he saw a man approaching him. Rheon continued to look ahead but from the faint features he could make out Rheon could tell he was an imposing figure. Rheon thought perhaps he finally got a signer but once again he was wrong. Before Rheon could even think of a greeting he was badgered by questions and mocking statements. Rheon simply stared at the ground with little emotion as the man kicked down his sign. “He kicked down my sign…” Rheon said to himself staring at the sign that lied on the ground. Then it got kicked for a second time. “He kicked my sign again. Well this is unfortunate.” Rheon finally turned his attention to the mysterious man when he asked for his papers. He glanced up and put his head down again. Although Rheon often got most of the factions of Ravok confused with each other, he knew of the armor and knew he was a Stryfe. “I guess I am popular today. What a pain.” Keeping his head down he proceeded to answer all of the Stryfe’s questions and remarks albeit not in order. “It was my full intention of gathering a crew of Ravokians to earn money here. Together we would raise enough money to collectively by a few fishing boats and row out of the lake of Ravok because I do indeed know Balnag isn’t in this lake or we would all be dead plus…it’s a lake. After we row out of here we would travel to Nyka by land where we wll shop for a larger ship with our money. If no such ship exists we will travel on foot as far as Zeltiva, and then and only then will we plunder the seas and search for the Balnag which will be under my control and make me the best Captain ever. A tooth fairy, by the way, is a little person with wings who takes your missing teeth you put under a pillow or in a safe place in exchange that she leave mizas in its place. As for my papers it saddens me to tell you that you have come at a bad time. You see I have misplaced them while fishing for well…fish. Tis my fullest obligation and intention to become a citizen but it is also my obligation to answer one last question of yours. Rheon slowly stood up with his bottle in hand as he was a bit inebriated. He then glanced at the piece of bread he had tossed earlier as it floated aimlessly in the water. “You asked me am I mad. You question my sanity kind sir, and I’m here to tell you I am utterly insane.” Rheon took what looked to be a large sip of the rest of his beverage as he tilted his head back. He then sprayed it out of his mouth into the face of the Stryfe. With a sly grin he attempted a graceful back flip into the canal with the bread floating in it; however, he fell, slipped, and tumbled off the streets and into the canal with a loud splash. He still got from point A to point B even though it was plain embarrassing to say the least. Rheon Blueheart was not the best swimmer, but he knew basic swimming techniques being a Sverfa. He could also hold his breath for a good minute or so as well. That night Rheon was on the run, or swim rather, again; it reminded him of the days with Captain Bullocks. He swam under a bridge waiting for a passing boat; he then went under water and held on to the bottom of the boat as they navigated through the canals for as long as he could hold his breath. “Oh Laviku why me,” Rheon though silently to himself.

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OOCNever assume So I'm going to have to backtrack a bit on this... I probably should have mentioned earlier the reason for this 'intervention' of sorts, but I thought it would be more interesting to write it up. The Stryfe basically listed all my problems

Also, a backflip with 5 points in acro? I don't think so... you may want to reword it, though I am taking it for granted that he got into the water.

..You get a Stryfe mad, you get everyone mad...

The Ebonstryfe soldier's face turned into a scowl at Rheon's indigence. However, he didn't raise a finger, until the bottle turned up. He frowned at that, then back at the Svefra, eyes dark. When the drink came spurting out... he was prepared. A fist came smashing out, but Rheon was already moving by then, so it hit his ribs instead... and not as hard as it could have. Still, the Svefra made it into the canal... which was saying something.

The Stryfe yelled a curse at Rheon, but a free Ravosalaman came to the rescue. He'd been watching the entire exchange, and when Rheon tried to swim around his boat, he knelt, carefully watching the moving head. When it came close enough, a small club came out and rapped smartly across the Svefra's skull. Before he could sink, however, the Ravosalaman grabbed Rheon's shirt collar and hauled him up. Another weapon was procured, this one a small dagger that was laid carefully across Rheon's throat. The blow had been hard enough to stun, but not knock him unconscious.

"Oi! Stryfe! Got your fish for you! Do I get paid for the catch? I could just let 'im go and swim away. A throat slit'll cost you a pretty miza though... but I could just dump 'im on the shore for you to pick up, and do what you like!" There was a little cackle, and the Stryfe snorted. Though everyone helped the soldiers... the Ravosalamen liked their gold, and rarely did anything without some sort of compensation. During the time the catch had taken, two more Stryfe had jogged in, looking a little more sensible (and merciful) that the first... who'd managed to wipe the spit and alcohol off his face.

A tall, dark haired woman stepped forward, hand on the hilt of her longsword. "Just drop him here. I'll give you half a gold miza for your efforts." She waved a few fingers at the man, who simply cackled again. "Half? Why, this is worth a whole!"
"Eight silver mizas"
"Deal" This last was more serious than anything the Ravosalaman had said before. Still holding onto Rheon, he used a foot to push himself away from the far side of the small canal, and float closer to the Stryfe. The other two soldiers grabbed the Svefra under the arm pits, and dragged him onto shore, where they kept a close eye on him. A few coins exchanged hands, and the Ravosalaman floated away with a wave, purse a little heavier than before.

"You ran, so I assume you don't have papers. Yes?" the woman demanded, giving Rheon a sharp nudge with her foot. By then, he should have regained most of his senses. "Not a citizen? Means we can do what you like, and earn back that miza I spent." She snorted indignantly. "We'll take him to the slave markets, and see what he'll be worth. Strong, that'll be useful."

[Rheon Blueheart]

Rheon was smacked in the ribs after his stunt and escape attempt but he still managed to get into the water. He gathered himself and awaited the boat which seemed to be a good way to travel at the time; however, he quickly learned how wrong of a decision that was. In the blink of an eye Rheon was knocked nearly unconscious and somehow ended up on the boat with a knife to his throat, or at least that how it seemed to happen in Rheon’s eyes. Still a little stunned he could here faint shouts of mizas and apparently throat slitting as they floated upon the water in the boat. He knew for sure this was not a good situation to be in and that it was not wise to anger the Ebonstryfe. As he was dragged onto the shore he saw the man that he had spat in the face and let an innocent grin travel across his face. “Hello mate nice to see you again I hope you’re not mad about the whole…spitting nonsense.” He began to come out of his dizziness upon reachin the shore. He looked back to see the Ravosalaman sailing away. “If you can’t trust those guys who can you trust?” Rheon then heard the discussion of slavery and this really woke him out of his daze as he began to do what desperate people do…beg. “Hold on, hold on people, just wait one minute. No, I do not have my papers, and yes I just cost you 8 silver mizas. I understand your frustration and they can all be solved without the need of slavery. Besides I am a really bad slave. I can’t be worth anything at all. I’m always complaining, throwing up, and such. You see how I act when I’m drunk. Well that’s beside the point. I may not look like it but I have a bit of money and I could pay you handsomely if you could make me a citizen and we forget this nonsense. I might even offer you my assistance if you need any help getting rid of annoying brats besides myself. I’ll even let ol’ Brutus over there spit in my face for repayment. So whaddya say to 50 gold mizas? No, 75 gold mizas huh? That’s a pretty good profit for what you paid to catch me. I am also prepared to haggle. Did I mention how lovely you guys look tonight? Those uniforms really bring out the color of your eyes.” There was no doubt about it. Trouble seemed to follow him wherever he went. He had not been in Ravok long and already he was crossing paths with the Ebonstryfe. He could not tell if they were exactly buying what he was selling, he didn’t know if he would go free, but what Rheon did know was his ribs and head hurt like hell.

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The first soldier snorted when Rheon asked about the spitting. He was about to say something, but a sharp glance from the woman made his mouth close. The haggling was a good strategy, and even caused the soldiers to purse their lips in thought. However, the attempted flattery just brought a snort to the woman in charge.

"Say... how much could we sell this guy to the slavers for? A hundred? They need to make a profit, of course" she asked the other two slyly, a corner of her mouth turning up into a grin. "Yea, hundred at least. Maybe a hundred and fifty, if we're lucky..." She mused, pursing her lips. Apparently they didn't care about him being a 'bad slave'. He could have said that just to get out of their grasps, for all they knew.

"Still, we might be able to coerce some out of this guy. Would you be able to pay use one hundred and fifty gold mizas, right now? On the spot." She tapped her foot slightly, eyes brightening in a malevolent grin. Rheon might be able to buy himself out of this after all...

[Rheon Blueheart]

Rheon saw the conflicting thoughts of what to do sweep across the faces of the guards once he had made his offer. This made Rheon hopeful for at least they were thinking of his offer. He couldn’t help but have a thought of anger at his inferiority when they stated he would probably only be worth 100 mizas. (Only 100 mizas?!) he thought to himself. (Jeez I said I was a bad slave not an ill weakling.) Rheon saw that shining glimmer of hope enter the world of Ravok as they asked him could he pay the price they were asking for. He knew very well they would up the price after his first offer, and he was prepared to match anything they offered. He decided to sweeten the deal even more since they were nice enough to listen. “Better yet lady and gents since I like you guys so much I will throw in 15 extra mizas. That is 5 extra for each of ya. That’s 165 gold mizas in total and my vow to become a citizen and not run from an Ebonstryfe again. I keep all my money on me since I am unemployed, and um not in the market for housing at the moment so to speak. I’m searching for the right one you could say. All that aside my money is in my backpack.” Rheon looked back as if to signal exactly where his money was. It would be a shame to see 165 mizas go to waste but he’d rather do that then be a slave for some snobby family when he could be sailing. Life outside the Svefra pod is not quite what he expected. Besides his adventures with Captain Bullocks he quickly found out that people were jerks and life was rough. He had regrets about leaving his pod, but quickly put those doubts away as he knew he had to take the chance to find his original family. To even do that he would have to get out of this mess. He looked back up at the lady, since she had been acting as the leader of the trio, and awaited her response. He hoped he could get out of this free and alive. He was beginning to see firsthand why everybody feared the organization.

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OOCI... I can't believe Rheon fell for that O.O

The woman raised both eyebrows at the offer of money, and her mouth twitched when Rheon told of the location. "Really? All your money is on your person?" Her voice was full of surprise and amazement, though a glimmer of a grin could be seen flickering on her lips. It made her original plan much easier. "Thank you for making my life simple" she stated, nodding her head in gratitude... though partially to hide the smile that had fully covered her lips. It would probably seem like she was accepting the offer, until her next statement.

"Well? You know where to look!" She motioned to the two other Styfe, voice hard and commanding. Then nodded in understanding, and one shifted his grip, letting go for a moment. He quickly grabbed the Svefra's hair in one hand, and laid a forearm around his throat. He pulled Rheon's head back, to his neck was stretched back awkwardly. The other pulled out a dagger and sliced the straps of his backpack, taking it in his own arms, before passing it to the woman. She simply smirked at the prone sailor, before searching through the bag for coin, and anything else valuable.

While she did this, the Stryfe who was holding Rheon pulled him up into a standing position, and the other began patting him down, searching for any other hidden coins or moneybags. If he did, he would toss them to the woman in charge, who would add them to her pile of things.

Once that was done, the two male Ebonstryfe took up positions beside the Svefra, while the woman gave him her sweetest, but falsest, smile. "Again, thanks for being so easy to manipulate. Now... to the slave market. This has been quite the profitable day.