The evening sun waned against the marble rimmed harbour of Puerto Arguin. Magpies flew back to their forests in fluttery flocks, as the vendors of the island began to close shop and wares to call it a day. Few of those magpies flew along the ruins of the collapsed church, Aposta Meduse. The autumn wind carries an ominous chill as it rustles the coast, the last stretch of wind flutters the flags of Argin Castle. Nobody would expect that such a small island to be the starting point where the Balance of the World and Powers would start to teeter. It begins at the Inn of Old Dread, the first gleam of moonlight wrinkled the clear glass windows, towards a group of pirates, unaware of the fate and the oncoming tides of the Great Sea.
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[b][color=fff79a]Argin Kingdom, Old Dread Inn[/color][/b]

A woman of grey cloak entered the inn. Short for a figure to be wearing such a cape, but she gazed at the list of bounty posters among the inn's notice board. Numbers that are higher than those the Pirate Captain was used to. Even the lowest of the Board would be considered a notorious pirate had it been in East Blue. The 'Cutthroat' Roarn Evans and Ezequiel's were amongst the list. None of those weren't of the poster she was looking for.

Alesia found herself bringing her dagger towards an old, browning wanted poster. All there was silence as the glass of the display plague shimmered into pieces. The Name, Face and Bounty of the enemy, Rel'chunk, one with a former bounty of two hundred and ten million, eight hundred thousand berries.

Alesia’s cloak carries a few bloodstains, as she announced, [color=ed1c24]”We, the Scarlet Pirates are recruiting, and we are taking down this man’s head!”[/color]