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[indent][i]Fate, she is a cruel mistress. The sister of chance and mother of fortune.[/i][/indent]

[center][b]Fight![/b][/center]

[indent][i]Fate, she has her witty ways of weaving those threads she sees fit for her desires.[/i][/indent]

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[indent][i]Fate, so powerful yet so subtle that she can make the roar of a crowd watching a brawl into destiny for so many.[/i][/indent]

As the Coral Pearl docked in the harbors of the Brass Cape, a loud chanting from a large crowd echoed from the streets nearest the docks. Hundreds of people, some more metal than flesh, roaring around in a circle, all chanting "Fight!" as a spectacle was unfolding. Not far off from them was a ship, not terribly unlike their own, but with a broken mast of three, chunks of splintered wood barren of finish and lacquer with entire planks missing and shattered. It was unsightly, so much that the fact it was afloat was left surprising. The only notable fact about the ship was the drastic contrast between it and essentially every other man-made, mechanical thing the immediacy of Brass Cape offered. It would be hard for any mind of minimal common sense not to assume a brawl was related; most sailors, after rough voyages, threw blame at those that performed poorly, and brawls, if not outright murders, were common among criminal or even gruff crews. This spectacle was likely no different.

[indent]Despite the decent distance between the Coral Pearl and the actual crowd itself, the crowd not only made itself heard, but was drowned out at times by the terrible sounds of screeching metal and warping steel. As if nails on a chalk board made into were sounds that rang out with a sense of lethal intent, the noises and clatter from the arena made by a crowd of spectators were enough to insinuate that whatever "fight" the chants and awe of the crowd implied had more destruction and drama than finesse or technique. All the while, the sounds from this conflict alone weren't the only spotlight that could draw attention to it. From its pit, near its core, something had an aura. Something shot out a feeling, to those more 'connected' with natural world, that something less natural and more forced was happening. Something no one in the StarDusk crew had encountered as of yet.[/indent]