Razulah stood on the deck of the "Dragon" looking at the mist form over the water of this hidden cove in the land called Mistrandur. He heard the eerie sound overtake the otherwise calm and secluded spot. It was not long before he sensed the figure climb aboard the ship and he knew the captain was back from another night of quenching his thirst with elven blood. The man climbed aboard and dropped his black cloak, shook his long dreads and reached for the bottle of dark spiced rum. He walked to the starboard side of the deck and took a long swig from the bottle spraying it overboard as he usually did. This was his custom of blessing the water with his essence and that of the rum mixed in one long spray. Boris then turned to Razulah once his nightly ritual was done. "I assume no news from the missives sent a while back right?" "No Captain, no missives". "Its better this way Razulah. I was born to be a pirate and not an admiral. I love our freedom to do as we please when we please and how we please. This was our origin from that day we stole the ship in Brittany Bay and freed all the slaves that now make our loyal crew. We go to hell and back together without asking permission and take what we want. We dish out our own justice when needed and go back into the shadows. This is the true life of a pirate brother. Never forget it. Razulah smiled back knowing this man spoke the truth without sugar coating nor any semblance of diplomacy. He and the crew would follow him to hell and back if necessary knowing they would return. The moment to strike would come and soon enough. For now the captain would embrace the shadows as foretold by the spirit in the cauldron. It was the spirit of darkness that led Boris in his nightly encursions deep within the Elven Citadel. He knew the stories of this vengeful phantom would spread across the land until all those that served the obsidian lord would tremble at the sound of the unseen rattle of black longswords. "Wake me at dusk Razulah. I must think of my next step to cripple the Obsidian economy. There is still much gold to be taken from that citadel and much blood to be spilled." Quietly the man puffed on his ornate pipe and took another deep swig from the bottle then smiled at his lieutenant. "She is with us again Razulah. Listen to her wail of approval. The Sea Goddess will send us more messages and night will be our friend. Let darkness be the weapon we use in our future".