The Master’s Call

The horse-drawn cab rattles over cobblestone, through the misty streets of Barenhaven, and towards your patron’s estate. You fly past the glorious Imperial architecture of Ancleisle, along the lazy currents of the Sprew, and towards the outskirts of the City and the old Fisherman’s Harbour. With storage space along the water at a premium, many maintain warehouses there, but few can hope to match the ambition of the Cerulean Titan.

He has built his mansion there, by a canal dredged specifically for his aesthetic pleasure and occasional bouts of rowing. The park surrounding it contains a menagerie, open to the public, and a myriad of gardens open only to the Titan, his family, and his guests. A whole district has sprung up around the green; his warehouses and offices, but also housing for his workers and the small industries and entertainments that cater to them.

The carriage stops in the outer ring, in front of a large, wooden storage building. The Factotum leads you to the entrance, pushes open the gate, bows, and then returns to see to the horses.

Inside, the Cerulean Titan awaits you, surrounded by a lot of barrels. He wears traditional fashion; dark coat, dark suit, and a dark hat. The dark blue of his crest, bestowed by HIM for extraordinary achievements, and the brass on his buttons and buckles are the only colours he allows for himself. ”First Officer,” he greets you. ”Or should I say Captain?”

You are now recognized as a Captain by your patron and the Seafaring community

[NOTE: You may change Your Appellation at any point in the ‘Customize’ tab.]

You bow and offer a greeting in return.

”Yes, yes,” he says. ”Capital. But first – what do you make of these?”