Devotion of a Half-Moon Blade

"A pirate is not judged by the notches in his axe nor by the size of his bounty. A pirate is judged by the loyalty and his crew. And without a crew, what am I captain of?"

My steps are slow as of late, I find myself more angery every day. People simply standing before me seem to set me into a rage. Nothing makes me happy any longer.

I can't take it anymore! All the silence. There is nothing left for me here it seems. Nothing but drunks and wannabe heroes. I cannot return to the sea and the land will not have me. That leaves me one option... I must reach for the Sky.

How silly it sounds, to reach for the sky, but it seems that is the last place I have to turn. Ripped from the sea like a lifted plague, thrown from the woods like discarded cloth. The sky, it is where I will find my next crew.

Ylessa told me herself to look to Balor and Sykala. She still holds a special place for me and awaits my return to her sea but for now she claims the guidance I need is within the God of War and the God of the Wolves.... and I'm no fucking Mutt.

I will fight, for every drop of my blood... they will lose a hundred times more. If I die, so be it. I've no purpose. Hear my call Balor... let me Captain you're sky.... Let me Captain that sweet Crimson Sky...