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The Rogue's Gallery<br/>​</div>“Land ho!” the excited cry erupted from high above deck in the crow's nest. Captain Caden Beckett suppressed a smile and laugh as he quickly closed his logs and shoved them into the drawer of his writing desk. It had been nearly a year at sea, and a particularly rough year at that. He had lost seven men on the voyage; two to sickness, three during a particularly violent raid on a rival vessel, and two more still to infighting among the crew after they felt the spoils were not divided fairly enough. Cade stretched after rising from his chair and exited the tiny cabin to inhale the crisp sea air. Many of the crew shuffled about quickly trying to prepare to dock, the promise of wine, women and song enough motivation to keep them moving without him needing to get involved. The captain removed his hat and glanced over the port side to see the rapidly approaching township of Drake Haven, a favored stop for men of his particular trade and most importantly there was never any intrusion from the Empire or its naval forces there. Cade descended to the lower deck and looked after his men, clapping a few on the back and ruffling the hair of a few others while approaching the bow of the ship to look over their destination. While the men made merry else where in the town, he had his own place to be for the night, a certain quaint tavern that few knew of and even fewer were allowed to enter and leave alive...<br/><br/>Cade watched as his entire crew disembarked, practically running for the nearest refreshments and brothels as he casually strolled down the loading ramp and took a side path along the shore. A short time later he was strolling down one of the town's many streets alone, letting his memory guide him. A short distance ahead he found the familiar bland gray and blue windowless storefront with a heavy wooden sign swaying in the sea born breeze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“The Rogues Gallery,”</span>Cade mused out loud while he approached the simple wooden door and heavy iron knocker. With a smirk he reached out and used the knocker three times then allowed it to rest once again. Before he could step back from the door, it swung inward to reveal a tall woman with bronzed skin, long dark hair, and a very revealing toga gown standing there and looking the captain over.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff00ff">“Greetings Cade, I trust your voyage went well?” </span>she asked, her voice smooth as velvet in his ears, though he knew better than to do anything other than offer Eris a drink anything else after that would only invite madness.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“There were some hiccups along the way, but nothing that you nor Ares can't cure with another round,”</span>he smirked and Eris turned to lead him into the tavern.<br/><br/>Once inside the door, Cade and Eris strode down a wooden staircase that creaked under their weight as they descended below street level into a smokey environment filled with laughter, cheers and music. Once the view opened up, he turned his attention to the performance stage at the center of the tavern where a beautiful mermaid sat upon a rock while singing a haunting melody. Along the northern wall was a monolithic rack of all kinds of ale, beer, and liquors of all varieties and vintages, and before that stood a massive oak bar behind which two men stood talking with each other. Cade recognized them both, the stockier man with a well trimmed beard and steely gaze was none other than Ares himself. The god of war was speaking with another man who may have been dressed professionally in a collared shirt and slacks, but was heavy and had a sloppy mop of hair that waved when he turned his head. The god of wine and song, Dionysus himself. All around the remainder of the bar were round wooden tables with ample seating for all in spite of the enormous crowd today.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Thanks dear,”</span>Cade winked at Eris harmlessly, she smirked and gave him a knowing look and he moved among the crowd looking for a place to sit.<br/><br/>The mermaid was wrapping up her song and a bard took her seat beside the stage, tuning her lute in preparation for her turn to play. Cade smiled at her, but the platinum haired woman only shook her head in dismissal and continued her work. He shrugged and kept moving, looking from table to table for either a friendly face, or the rare empty table all to himself. In a corner of the tavern there was one table left unoccupied, a round one with seating for four hidden back among the shadows. Seizing the opportunity Cade quickly placed himself down and waved for a bar wench.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff">“What be yer poison?”</span>she asked, leaning low to give him more than an eye full.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Brandy and bread,” </span>Cade responded as she walked off to fetch him the goods. While he watched her leave, Cade took in the remaining surroundings that he had grown accustomed to. On the Southern wall were two very large window like devices that he had been told were televisions, one of which displayed a very physical fight between two men in bright costumes and the other a competition between two teams of men in different uniforms fighting over a brown ball with white laces, football they called it. Along the Western wall were hundreds of oak barrels with taps, the backup supply for when the main lines went dry, and along the Eastern wall were a motley assortment of animal heads on plagues and other such trophies of the hunt that many a patron had submitted for Ares to hang as well as other symbols of war like pieces of armor, weapons or tattered battle standards.<br/><br/>The wench returned with his drink and food, setting the brandy down on the table but slinging the bread plate at Cade.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff">“Will there be anythin' else for ya?”</span>she asked, whipping her hair around her head and eyeing him seductively.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“No, this shall do for now. I've just gotten back into port and wish to pace myself, but perhaps later?”</span>he asked smiling, more for her benefit than any actual desire on his part. She winked and smiled back at him before turning to leave, but stopping to pretend she was picking something up from the floor in order to bend and flash Cade a preview of what was to come. He laughed, but cringed and immediately started to to drink...