PRESENT SETTING
Bilgewater
Lucian takes a moment to check over his mental and physical state one last time before entering a world he wanted no part of, yet feels responsible to encounter. With land in sight, Lucian somewhat feels reassured that this distasteful, rotten sea, had met its end. He looks over his weapons, which are embedded with ancient powers, and recalls why he fights; Dark determination and vengeance for his deceased wife. He nurses his frayed and discoloured hair, which is painted with five days worth of salt and
assorted minerals. These black dreads are in need of serious maintenance but can't be bothered by this expedition, that seems like his last sane goal. His full length cape and cloak hides many secrets and most importantly, his own identity. He tries to keep his pride in pristine condition, but not on this miserable occasion. Seeing as in Bilgewater anything not scuffed up or tattered, is ensured a swift occurrence in a petty thief's hands. Being sure to avoid such a fate, Lucian left disappointment and carelessness in his attire to make a desperate attempt to remain unnoticed on this journey. Last yet surely not least, his lone and only picture of his gone but never forgotten wife, Senna; tattered through years of company inside the pocket closest to the heart, Lucian unsheathes his last true weapon. Taking several seconds, He finally collects his exhaustion, anxiety, and dread, then silently pockets these insecurities beside his wife's remnant. With relic weapons in hand the vessel finally cusps the worn and outdated slaughter docks of the harbour town. With his final unsure breath Lucian finds himself inches from this undesired fate.