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# Pirates

Sailing the high seas for loot and rum.

Story
The tavern of the Black Gull shook with noise. Sailors shouted over dice and spilled ale, the air thick with sweat and smoke.
At a corner table sat Captain Veyra the Red, her boots propped on a chest still dripping seawater. A sack of silver spilled across the planks, and her crew roared as she flung coins into the crowd. "Drink until you can't stand! Tomorrow we sail again!"
A man staggered forward, greedy hands reaching for more than his share. Veyra's dagger was out before he could blink. She slammed it through the table, pinning his sleeve. "The Code says every man takes his cut, no more. You want mine? You'll pay for it in blood."
The tavern hushed for a breath, then erupted into laughter. The man, pale and sweating, nodded and stumbled back into the mob.
Outside, the night was calm, the sea's black water rippling with lantern light. Ships swayed in the harbor, patched sails hanging limp. Somewhere in the dark, a fiddle struck up a tune, joined by rough voices singing of the storm that drowned a king's fleet.
For all their blood and brutality, the pirates were proud tonight. They had beaten the Empire once more, and in their eyes, the sea itself belonged to them.

Each gets their share, nothing more, nothing less

Story
The wind was good that morning, full sails and clear skies. Merchant Master Eranor leaned on the rail, already tasting the profit his spices would fetch in Zarhalem. Then the lookout screamed.
Black sails. Low on the horizon, cutting the sea like a knife.
The crew scrambled, hands shaking as they fumbled ropes. Eranor's heart hammered as he counted the distance. Too close. Far too close. The black flag rose, and with it came a cheer from the enemy ship that chilled him more than steel.
Arrows whistled first. Men fell crying, clutching at shafts in their backs. The corsairs came next, grappling hooks biting into the wood, boots thundering onto the deck. Eranor drew his dagger, but the fight was madness-shouts, steel, blood. A sailor beside him toppled with his throat opened.
"Down!" roared a voice, and Eranor froze. Their captain stood among the chaos, hair braided with coins, blade dripping red. She grinned as if the slaughter was sport.
In moments it was over. The crew that lived knelt on bloody planks, bound in rope. Eranor dared lift his eyes, only to see his cargo being dragged away, chest by chest, barrel by barrel, sack by sack. One pirate clapped him on the shoulder, laughing as if they were friends.
"You're lucky, merchant," the corsair said. "The captain only wants your silver, not your head."
Eranor did not feel lucky. He watched his fortune vanish into black sails, and knew he would smell blood and smoke every time he closed his eyes.

Plundering a conquered ship

# Description

While they are no true nation, the pirates of the coasts and islands form a loose coalition bound by the Pirate Code. They claim no flag but the black one, and no ruler but their captains, yet in their own way they are as much a people as any kingdom. Their strength is scattered, but if ever united, their fleets could rival even the greatest navies.

## The Pirate Code

The Code is old, said to have been first spoken by Captain Merrowblade two centuries ago, and is still recited when new crews are sworn. It forbids attacks upon fellow pirates, grants each crewman a vote in electing captains, and sets punishments for theft or betrayal aboard ship. Those who break the Code are flogged, marooned, or worse, depending on the severity.

Captains hold authority, but their command is not absolute. Crews can depose a weak or reckless leader. Even the fiercest cutthroat respects the Code, for it is the only thing that keeps the pirates from tearing each other apart.

Life at sea makes pirates equal. Captains are chosen by vote, and discipline is harsh for those who cross the Code. Whether man or woman, human, ogre, or elf, all stand as crew if they can carry their share.

## Ways of Plunder

The pirates live on plunder, striking fat merchantmen and raiding coastal villages. They take silver, silk, spices, gems, slaves, and hostages for ransom. Useful slaves are often freed if they join the crew. Slaves know this, so defenders often find themselves facing a two front battle, with pirates from outside and a slave revolt from below. Yet no one should mistake this for mercy: pirates are brutal and greedy, living by drink and dice as fast as they can steal. Few die rich.

Still, they are proud. They boast that they kneel to no king and no god, only to the sea and the Code.

A desperate fight against the pirates

## The Pirate Cities

Pirate towns are ramshackle and wild, half harbor, half den of vice. Taverns overflow with drink. Prostitutes, free or slaves, trade affection for silver. Markets bustle with stolen goods. Law belongs to whichever gang or captain has the most blades that day. Crime lords tax the weak, while smugglers and fences grow fat reselling loot to neutral ports.

The cities were never built with purpose, but grew naturally where pirates gathered to hide, trade, and mend their ships.

A scuffle in the harbor

### Major Havens

- Port Freeblade: A haven granted by Freevalor, which sees the pirates as allies against the Great Empire.
- Cliffside: Hidden among sheer cliffs, its narrow harbor makes it nearly unassailable. Crews from here hunt the Albireth Straits.
- Freeport: On an island beyond the Empire's reach, long a staging ground for raids toward Estoria.
- Goldgate: A rocky isle with a commanding position over routes from Zarhalem and the Twin Cities. Since the Empire built Port Invicta, raids near Estoria have waned, but Goldgate remains rich.
- Bayport: A thriving den preying on ships bound for Mataraaj and Zanakwe.
- Richport: The busiest of all, a crossroad of plunder between Zarhalem, Estoria, the Twin Cities, Mataraaj, and Zanakwe.

### Pirate Cities and Other Powers

The pirate havens stand untouched, for every kingdom knows that to attack one would summon them all, fighting first to defend their dens, then to burn the attacker's coasts in retribution.

## Pirate Captains

No council unites the pirates, but a few figures are whispered with fear or respect:

- Captain Jareth Crowknife, known for his daring escapes and ruthless discipline.
- Captain Fatgut Fearless, who is famous for attacking against all odds, and winning.
- Veyra the Red, who rules Bloodharbor and has never lost a boarding fight.
- Ograk Bonebelt, an ogre captain famed for ramming and splitting ships in half.
- Eryndor Swiftwake, an elf corsair who strikes without warning and disappears like smoke.
- Maelis Greytooth, matron of Richport, who deals with smugglers and keeps the city thriving.

## Relations with Nations

The pirates are hated and feared across the seas, yet every nation has dealings with them, whether in secret or by necessity.

Freevalor treats them as allies of convenience. In return for safe harbor at Port Freeblade, the pirates harry Imperial supply lines, making them an unofficial but vital arm of Freevalor's defense.

Mataraaj is divided. Certain rajas secretly employ pirate crews to raid rivals, always with plausible deniability. Others curse their name and demand their heads. Some do both.

The Great Empire regards them as vermin and unleashes entire fleets to scour the seas. Yet even the Empire has never dared strike the pirate cities, knowing such an attack would unite the corsairs in furious retaliation.

Zanakwe and the Twin Cities despise them but rely on smugglers who funnel stolen goods back into their markets. The line between pirate and merchant often blurs here.

In the end, every nation curses the black flag, but most are willing to deal with it when the price is right.

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