[b][u]Several days ago, Somewhere in Cormyral....[/u][/b]
A pair of siblings, a boy and a girl, were dashing across the southern beaches of Cormyral, racing each other while their town prepares for the local festival, a time of great celebration and of a great feast. Not too far of a distance, both children took brief glimpses of their home town as the sun set, the lights blaring up as the town as the torches have been lit, smoke slowly rising, the irresistible aroma of cooked meat reaching down to the coast, the festival was nearing. Both the boy and the girl had come to a screeching halt as the sun set, wide smiles forming from the sheer excitement of it all. "Race you back home!" The boy challenged his sister. 

"You're on!" She exclaimed. "Last one has to-..." She had stopped speaking midway through as the girl had noticed something off, beyond the boundaries of the beach. "What's that...?" She asked both herself and her brother. The young boy turned to investigate what his sister had saw, he stepped close to the water, squinting his eyes. Black sails was all he could see, as black as the night sky or the deepest and darkest of caves, this had sent shivers down his spin. The parents of the two siblings had often warned them of black sails far off shore, they barred grim omens of things to come. Black sails were often the banner of pirates, Tarkiman Corsairs of the Craitan Clan to be exact. The boy was quick to react, running towards his sister. "Run!" he shouted, and so they both ran, ran as fast as they could to warn the town of the raiders.

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Aboard one of the approaching Craitan ships was Jarlan Urgan, the right-hand man and top enforcer of Chieftain Gamor Tuiri. Jarlan was an unpleasant sight to behold, a Drimuc of imposing stature, his horns and fangs were chipped to no end, his skin was scarred and aged. Despite his age, nearing on seventy, old Jarlan was still among the Craitan's most fearsome warriors. 

From a high point of the ship, Jarlan focused his gaze upon a pillar of smoke just a little before the sun had set, he smirked with a sense of satisfaction. "Land ho!" he screamed, catching the attention of nearly all the fleet. His present crewmen all turned their attention towards the captain. "Alright you bastards, prepare to disembark!" he ordered, his warriors scrambling as they directed the ship towards the coast, the other ships following behind. "We're going to be rich tonight!"