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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4597114 @Tyler Finished up my CS! Lemme know what you think. If there appears to be anything wrong with the history, lemme know. I tried to avoid using any sort of solid dates or times, but it couldn't be completely avoided.


REGISTERY OF THE AMORYNTHIAN ROYAL NAVAL ACADEMY



MILITARY SERVICE RECORD ARCHIVE, LISTED UNDER PUBLIC INFORMATION BY ORDER OF KING VALDEZ II




NAME: Kazor, Gashin SEX: MALE RACE: MIXED, HUMAN / DWARF

P.O.B (PLACE OF BIRTH): GARD, AMORYNTHIA P.O.R (PLACE OF RESIDENCE): DRAY, AMORYNTHIA

MOTHER: Kazor, Vilea (age 64, registered blind) FATHER: Kazor, Deon (deceased) SIBLINGS: Kazor, Laeya (age 9, craftsman assistant)

ENLISTMENT: Dray Recruitment Office (age 17) RANK: Captain DEPLOYMENT: Saint Leona




FIRST TOUR:
Gashin Kazor first served under the original captain of the Saint Leona, the late BOARSON, WILLIAM. Patrolled the coast of Tumeken as ordered by the king, under the Valdez-Setsiput Treaty in the courts of Ryth earlier that year. Engaged in ship to ship combat with pirate raiders, and assisted the Tumeken Army in clearing out bandits in Fool's Mistake.

NOTE: Following first tour of duty, 50% of earnings were sent back home to family in Gard.


SECOND TOUR:
Assisting in the transport of engineers and resources to Wizard's Tower for construction purposes. Saint Leona was tasked with protecting unarmed transports from northern pirates and keeping forest bandits in the foothills away from the construction site. During a battle with pirates, a Boatswain was shot and killed via a crossbow bolt to the skull. Gashin, being the most experienced deckhand present, was elected to take his position. Captain Boarson received a good deal of harsh criticism from command and his peers for promoting a dwarf man of Gashin's inexperience to the position of junior officer.

NOTE: 65% of earnings sent back to Gard. Father is diagnosed with unknown heart disease, and Laeya is born. Kazor heads to the Royal Naval Academy for training as a naval officer, under the orders of Captain Boarson.


THIRD TOUR:
Admiral [REDACTED]'s campaign to eradicate the pirate threat living on Rat's Nest island included a number of veteran pirate hunting ships. The Saint Leona was on the short list to join the fleet due to it's recent clashes with pirates in the north and along the Tumeken Coast. The fighting was incredibly fierce, resulting in several Royal Navy ships being severely damaged while others were sunk. Captain Boarson's first mate was slain in combat. Due to the courage he had shown during the campaign and his last two tours, Boarson elected to promote Kazor to the position. Mutiny was considered inevitable; that is, until the Saint Leona came under direct attack by several pirate ships. The captain was wounded, taking an arrow to the shoulder, and Gashin was forced to take the wheel. Showing considerable ability, Kazor directed the crew and successfully evaded their pursuers, earning the begrudging respect of the Saint's crew.

NOTE: 80% of earnings sent back to family. Deon passed away in his sleep, and Kazor returned home on leave to help his family with funeral arrangements. The Kazors, using the money Gashin received from his recent promotion, moved to Dray.


FOURTH TOUR:
Following the failed Rat's Nest campaign, the Saint Leona takes on low-stress cargo transport defense patrols. Captain Boarson's condition continues to deteriorate; the blow struck to him during the previous tour has, unbeknownst to him, become infected. While out at sea, William passes away, and Kazor finishes military duties until they can return to port. He is then unanimously recommended to take the position of captain by the crew. A letter written by Boarson on his deathbed confirms that these are his wishes, and command chooses to promote Kazor after eight months immediately.


FIFTH TOUR:
Gashin serves as captain of the Saint Leona for a number of years, acting as a pirate hunter in the seas near Rat's Nest. Fighting is intense and often, though Kazor shows a significant degree of skill at the helm of his ship. He receives several accolades for successfully capturing or sinking a number of vessels, having a direct impact on the region's frighteningly high population of pirates and criminals.

NOTE: As of very recently, Gashin has been pulled from duty and asked to accompany a special envoy by the king. His dwarven heritage, loyalty to the crown and navigational skills make Kazor a reliable asset for the mission his highness has planned.
Wands. Long, pointy wands.
One shot. One kill. That was my motto as a hunter. As a collector of prized pelts, from the red nosed reindeer to the ever elusive horned kangaroo. I never missed, never in my life, it was always a fatal shot. The lungs, the kidneys, a leg, if I wanted to bleed it out. If I intended to eat the prey, I would put it down painlessly. The meat was tender, filled with the ripe juices of the prey, rather than being tense and filled with the chemical cocktail that the prey's brain unleashed when under attack. That was supposed to be the case with this animal, a simple job, a reward for its skin and a warm meal in my belly. Fuck, how long has it been since I've had anything so delicious? Weeks, I thought to myself, possibly longer. I had survived in the savanna off of scraps, calorie bars and even the dung of an elephant - not my proudest moment. But now, I could see, clear as day, the prey in sight. It was an afront to God himself and all that was holy. No, I'm not a religious man, but even I can see how unnatural this thing is. Walking on two legs with an oddly human face, distorted into a smug expression, as if acknowledging it's abhorrent existence and stubbornly refusing to die. The hunter knew its tell tale phrase, it was rote in his brain after studying this mysterious beast for weeks. "You're too slow." It antagonized the lions. "Come on, step it up." To the giraffe. No one cared for this beast.

The hunter could see why, plainly.

I lick my lips, thankful that I was downwind of this speedy prey item. With a cock of my rifle, one that I never missed with, if you remember, I stared down the scope. It was. . Walking. Its gait slow, conservative. Nervous. Could it sense my presence, or did it just know that this would be the day of reckoning? I had no idea, this was a new item for me to add to my wall. With a steady breath, wiping the generous sweat collecting atop my brow, I teased the trigger. Gritting my teeth, I fired.

The hedgehog went down.

I missed the killing blow.

The mewling, pitiful and desperate, could be heard for miles, I had no doubt. Lions and hyenas would pick up on it soon. A curse, I jump from my perch and dash out for the monstrosity. Upon reaching it, I quickly observed its state. Laying in a poll of its own blood, a hole right on the leg. It would bleed out, the hunter assured himself. But the meat. . It would lose flavor. He couldn't have this. "Oi!" I say, false horror in my eyes. "Blimey! I didn't mean ta hitya, it's my bad me bud." My thick, South African accent spreading over the item of my interest. It looked on, confused and hopeful. I did not hesitate to take the beast home. It was a short walk to my jeep, a shorter drive to my shack, on a large hill clear of the elephant grass that flooded the plains. The despair in my dinner faded, as did consciousness. I was glad, having to keep up the facade of being an ally would grow tiresome. Patching the wound proved to test my knowledge of anthropromophic demons anatomy, but I saved its life.

For an hour, maybe two, I debated my goal. The peaceful snoring of the hedgehog greeted my ears, soothing me. . I had spent so long on the hunt, away from the comforts of home and a warm body. I sigh, looking at the round buttocks. "No." He tell myself. "I cannot do this." While the demon slept, trying to regain its strength, I eyed the knife between us. Without any hesitation, I grabbed it. "Sorry bloke." I whispered, a hand moving to carress the piney-hair of the beast. "Nothin' personal." And with a determined slash, the animal's throat was slashed. Eyes opened, panic and confusion, before the bliss of death took the suffering hedgehog into its arms. With a sigh, I laid my body against it, the blood gushing from its throat, spraying me profusely. "Bettah get the pot." I'd need to skin it first, debone the dinner item before I could even begin to think of my rumbling tummy. Shutting the confused, bewildered eyes that the dead beast gave me, I stood, looking around the cabin for the needed tools.

It wasn't a hard hunt. Not for this master tracker, but it tested his heart. It tested his manhood.

_________________________________________________________

Did I make it?
"Not yet..." Inessa grunted in response.

There was no doubt that she needed a medicae, but she pushed the thought aside. The others were already starting to file out of the room and she reasoned there was nothing a medicae without even clothes on his back could do. So, she gathered her strength and stepped away from the wall.

There was very little the medical officer could do for a patient that didn't want his help. "It's your funeral."He rasped. Steiner wasn't going to force it, especially with a soldier that had already expressed clear distaste for him. Franklin had better things to worry about at the moment than a corporal who might put a las bolt in his back if he took a single misstep. Rifle held tight in his aching, blood-caked hands, the aging sergeant tried to focus on his surroundings, ever mindful of the threats that lurked in the dark.

That didn't last long.

It felt as if there was another person with her, dragging her down with his weight, wrapping his arms around her chest and trying to squeeze the life out of her. She fought against him, forcing her legs to carry her forward. She made it only a few steps before her leg suddenly gave out beneath her as if she had been kicked in the back of the knee, and collapsed.

She landed badly. Her lasgun had been held in front of her and she fell with it pinned between her chest and the floor, pressing it hard into her cracked ribs. She tried to cry out but could only manage a choked gasp, and lay still in paralyzing agony for several moments.

The sound of a body hitting the cold deck of the Voidship was impossible to ignore, no matter how much Steiner might've wanted to do so. His harsh gaze shifted over to the Cadian woman. A handful of judgmental thoughts were pushed to the back of Frank's mind as he heard the corporal give a scratchy gasp. Though it pained him to admit it, the man hadn't quite lost his sense of compassion yet, driving him to cross the short distance between himself and the fallen Imperial Guardsman.

"Stay still, kid." Frank ordered, bending down at his knees beside her. Rifle placed on the ground, the Cadian's rough, bionically repaired hands wrapped underneath her arms. He prompted the soldier to let her own weapon go for the time being, hoping to get her up off of her chest and talking. She obeyed, not able to do much more than lie limp in his arms.

"Where's it hurt? What am I dealin' with, here?" If one expected the medic to be gently spoken, he was far from it; though the harsh tongue he had lashed out at her with earlier lacked some of it's previous edge.

"My...chest..." Inessa groaned and grasped weakly at her right side with a hand.

Her breathing was shallow, each inhale cut short by a knife of pain stabbing between her ribs. Up close, she looked as pale as the Kreiger, except where their captors had left their marks with truncheons and fists.

A grimace formed across the medical sergeant's visage. It didn't take an analytical genius to make out the harsh bruises that had formed across Inessa's abdomen and chest. The Guardsman had been beaten with clubs, based on the shape and size of her swelling injuries. Blunt force trauma likely meant broken bones, and had the potential for internal bleeding. "You havin' trouble breathing? If ya can, try to take deep, long breaths. It'll hurt like hell, but you'll thank me later when ya don't go brain dead because of oxygen deprivation."

Inessa nodded. Taking a deep, long breath sounded about as appealing as diving in front of a bolt shell, but then, so did suffocating. She forced herself to slow down and tried to take a deep breath only to be rewarded with another harsh lance through the ribs. She tried again, and again, pushing herself through the agonizing pain. She had to squeeze her eyes closed to hold back tears. Diving in front of a bolt shell started sounding a little better with each inhale.

"Right, well." Steiner sighed, his lips turned into a heavy frown. "Can't do anything for ya until I get some equipment." Major Bohman had mentioned that they were heading toward the armory. Though it wasn't guaranteed, Steiner hoped to find something useful there.

First, though, they actually needed to get there. And it was made clear that the corporal wasn't going anywhere without assistance. "Put your arm around my shoulder." The doctor ordered. "We gotta get to the armory." Spending too long in the claustrophobic halls of the Voidship was a bad idea. In here they were exposed and tightly packed, marking them as vulnerable to concentrated attack by the enemy.

She wrapped her arm around him. She had already proven to both herself and the medic she could not carry her own weight.




Their contingent arrived at the armory, passing over melted carcasses of dead men of malicious origin. The stench of rotting, chaos-corrupted flesh wafted through the air, intermingling with the scorched odor of that faithful servitor's divine retribution. Steiner half carried, half dragged his patient through the iron threshold. The two of them found a cramped corner in the armory where the other Guardsmen couldn't get in the medical sergeant's way as he went to work repairing the broken Cadian.

"Try not to move too much. Keep breathin', too." Steiner ordered, stepping away to find the equipment he sought. Rummaging through the standard equipment cache, Franklin retrieved a fresh medikit from the shelving before returning with a deal of haste to Inessa's side. Medical technology within the great Imperium was highly advanced, standing tall even compared to the near arcane devices used by the more ancient Xenos. Bioprobes injected deep into the human nervous system could dose even the worst wounds in highly effective chemical compounds that spurred on natural healing exponentially. The pain subsided as drugs rushed through Inessa's veins, allowing Steiner to- rather grotesquely- manually set her ribs back into place. From there, the probes and the chemicals would work to temporarily stitch marrow back together, until such a time as the bones healing on their own.

Crouching before the idealistic corporal, the dark eyes of the aging sergeant held harshly with hers. "Augmetic gel takes a few minutes to harden, so take it easy while you're gettin' your equipment." Steiner gruffly explained. Nothing about the rugged soldier was gentle; a frightening commonality among the supposedly righteous protectors of mankind. "How're you feelin' now?"

"Alright." Inessa confirmed, paying no heed to the gruff demeanor that was to be expected of veteran guardsmen. "My thanks." She added quietly after a moment. Despite her impersonal tone, there was a look of genuine gratitude in her weary eyes.

She looked as broken and tired as when the medic had dragged her half-conscious into the armory, but she felt significantly better. The stimms had quickly turned her pain into little more than a slight aching she might have felt after an hour or two of physical training. She could breathe normally again, albeit with a somewhat uncomfortable shifting sensation in her chest. She held her hand out for Steiner to help her to her feet. The drugs wouldn't last forever, and she didn't want to still be aboard this voidship when her injuries caught up to her again.

"Only thanks I need is you not shootin' me in the back." The old soldier replied. He looked down to the offered hand, hesitating for a moment before deciding to reach out and take it. With a strong pull, Steiner helped the corporal to her feet. A hard, steely gaze moved up toward the younger, more idealistic eyes of his fellow Guardsman. "I'm not your enemy, kid. We're on the same side. Always will be, Emperor permits." The tension between them earlier was not easily forgotten. Franklin could only hope her loyalty to her fellow soldiers did not waver in the face of the enemy.

Steiner paused, his ear turned upward as the telltale sounds of rushing feet upon the hull radiated through the ventilation system. "Sounds like trouble. You up for a fight?" The sergeant didn't wait for an answer, moving for the racks of carapace armor and Imperial fatigues. It felt as if he were back on his home planet of Markus Tillian, hastily throwing his old uniform on as the heavy klaxons warned of an encroaching Chaos incursion. It was almost a nostalgic experience, if Steiner hadn't grown cold to this war a decade ago. Harsh fingers finished strapping the last of the polished armor onto his chest, the helmet coming on last. As the medical sergeant stepped over to where the rifles were stocked, he turned his head around to check on the corporal.

She was standing before a rack of matte-black flak Armor, strapping a vest over the crisp black fatigues she now wore. The process was awkward as she tried to don the armor without putting too much additional strain on her taxed body, but she managed. Despite its superior protection, she avoided the carapace armor most of the others were donning. It was heavy and tiresome to wear, especially for someone of her build and doubly so with her wounds. Modest flak Armor had served her adequately for two campaigns now and, Emperor willing, would continue to do so.

She pulled on a black field cap to ensure her hair remained out of her eyes and walked over to the weapon rack beside Steiner. Picking out a lascarbine with folding stock, she slung it over her shoulder and slotted a handful of spare charge-packs into her belt. She'd be firing on max-power, the packs wouldn't last long. She glanced up at the Sergeant, now cutting an impressive figure in his carapace Armor. She had no intention in continuing their earlier hostility. She had been proven to be mistaken, after all, and he had proven to be a skilled and loyal medicae.

"Corporal Laen, Cadian Five-Ten." She said after turning back to briefly look over her carbine. She hadn't introduced herself yet. Perhaps he would stop calling her "Kid", but that was doubtful.



"I'd rather ya toss me into the ocean with nothin' but a piece of driftwood to cling to than make me live in a fookin' cave. I hate caves."




✶ P R O F I L E
BIRTHNAME:
Gashin Kazor

OTHER NAMES:
Captain, Gash, Sea Hound

AGE:
34

GENDER:
Male

RACE:
Half Human, half Dwarf

BIRTHPLACE:
Ryth, Amorynthia

RELIGION:
Worships Zorion, God of Freedom and Will



✶ P H Y S I C A L I T Y
HEIGHT:
4'11 ft

WEIGHT:
123 lbs

APPEARANCE:
Captain Gashin Kazor is a short man, as one might expect. His stature is nearly a foot higher than the average dwarf, though several inches shorter than most men. Gash's origins are clear to anyone who give him a cursory glance. From his brawny, short form to his scraggly facial hair, to his strong accent and even stronger desire for pipeweed and alcohol, Kazor screams dwarf. Yet another look might cause the mind to doubt, for he's too tall to be a dwarf, his beard is horribly short and- strangest of all- he wears the badge of the Amorynthian Navy upon his breast.

Apart from his heritage, the captain's appearance is markedly similar to that of most men of his occupation. Gash's flesh is tanned and leathery from years spent out under the beating sun on the deck of his ship. On his head, the captain wears golden bandanna and a black tricorn hat. On his feet, a pair of dusty old boots. And on his hip, the sheathe for his reliable cutlass. A white, low cut shirt, a golden vest adorned with runes of ages past and a sash of crimson tie together the sailor's attire.

Several scars from boarding hatchet and cutlass adorn his arms and chest; the gnarliest of which rests right over his heart. His hands, calloused and worn by the sea, have several cuts across their dark surface.

Tattoos, too, mar his flesh alongside those wounds of old. A sea serpent coils about his left arm from wrist to shoulder. An anchor, with a mermaid hanging from it's hook, sits in the center of his broad chest. Most important to him, however, are the letters lined upon each finger. Put together they read the name of Kazor's vessel: Saint Leona.

SKILLS, STRENGTHS & TALENTS:

Captain Gashin Kazor, of the Royal Navy's Saint Leona, is a sailor without equal. None commands the high seas with the same tenacity, skill, or vigor of the half dwarf captain. He particularly specializes in Caravels, such as the Saint leona herself, preferring speed and maneuverability to size and bulk. Gashin is a pirate hunter. He chases down the rogues and bandits of the sea with ruthless efficiency, carving out a safe haven for Amorynthia's merchant fleets. Anyone who dares to fly the black flag knows the name Gashin Kazor, and of his damnable vessel, and fears him; those that wish to survive more than a fortnight on his ocean, anyway.

Though ship to ship combat is where Kazor is best known, the Sea Hound of Valdez excels in all aspects of sailing. He can guide a vessel through the sharpest rocks and the narrowest of paths, barely scraping by areas that any other captain would say was impassible. When Gashin must travel across the open ocean in long, drawn out voyages to far away lands, he can reliably guide the Saint Leona using the stars. Kazor rarely gets lost anymore, his knowledge of the heavens allowing him to get his bearings without the need for maps or landmarks.

A sailor first, and a navigator second, Captain Gashin is far from completely helpless when not manning his ship. While he's no master swordsman who dedicated his life to learning the ways of the blade, Kazor wields a cutlass well enough to skewer most who dare lift up a weapon against him in a duel. His training as a marine of the Royal Navy allows him to stand toe to toe against most foes he could expect to face. Alongside his curved blade, Gashin typically carries a boarding axe as a secondary weapon. It works well in tandem with a sword, and as a last resort if his primary armament was damaged or lost. Other weapons Kazor has some experience with are pikes, throwing axes and clubs.

Learned skills and talents are not all that Kazor has at his disposal. The blood of the dwarves runs through his veins, offering him a sturdy form and strapping muscles. He's naturally stronger than the average man, making the half dwarf a frightening wrestler in hand to hand. Alongside his dwarvish heritage, Gash is partially human. This gives him the advantage of height, reach, and agility over a full blooded dwarf.

WEAKNESSES & DRAWBACKS:

The Sea Hound of Amorynthia is at his best on the deck of a ship. His ship, specifically. Taking him from that and putting him down in another place takes Gashin out of his comfort zone. Ships larger or smaller than the Saint Leona are alien to him; Kazor can count the number of times he's had to captain another ship for any extended amount of time on one hand. This is not to say he'd be useless, far from it. But a lack of familiarity with his vessel makes the captain less effective in the whole. Other environments- such as forests, deserts and caves- are similarly out of Gashin's area of expertise.

Physically, Kazor's blood is as much a disadvantage as it is an advantage to him. While Gashin might be stronger than a man, he's almost always weaker than a dwarf. He may be more agile than a dwarf, but Gashin's slower than a human. His half breed status means that the captain lacks the all-in strength of either race, while still possessing the weaknesses of each.

Being a half breed is more a curse than a gift in the eyes of society as a whole. Men look down on him for his Dwarvish heritage, throwing him in the same class as the disenfranchised race of stocky slaves and craftsmen. His peers in the Navy view Kazor as a stain on their prestigious institution. More than one concerted effort has been made to force Gashin into an early retirement, though the half dwarf has never given in to the pressure of his fellow soldiers. He has few friends in Amorynthia, but even fewer among the Dwarves. Acting as an agent of the king responsible for the Dwarven Exploitation marks Gashin as a traitor to his own people.


✶ B E L O N G I N G S
ATTIRE:
The attire donned by the Sea Hound is an unmodified uniform of the Royal Navy, marking Gashin as an officer in service of the Crown. A white waistcoat and a puffed shirt of the same color, accented by golden stripes and facings, protected the captain's chest from the rough conditions of the sea. Trousers matching Kazor's long jacket in color and material keeps his lower half warm and himself decent. More lavish is the long jacket that Gashin wears over everything else. Buttons of gold and dark blue linen mark it as a high quality product, though years at sea have sullied it's appearance significantly. Epaulettes, medals, and tassels can be added to the coat for ceremonial purposes, though Kazor's idea of a party involves more grog and fiddles than the a ballroom dance in the capital. The most treasured of his uniform is the old tricorn hat and bandana he wears on his head.

WEAPONS:
Wielded by sailors of all classes, ranks, races and creeds, the cutlass is as synonymous with the men of the sea as their ships. Gashin's cutlass is twenty nine inches long and a little under a pound in weight. A basket hilt embroidered with gold protects the captain's hand. The blade was forged with tempered steel by the venerable smiths of the Amorynthian military, and enchanted to be sturdier and sharper for longer. Named after a young maiden that Gashin courted in his youth, Betsy is a fearsome sword to cross indeed.

Alongside the mighty Betsy is a far less exciting boarding axe. Unenchanted though usually well crafted, Kazor has gone through more than a dozen over his career as a sailor. He has a habit of losing or breaking them, so Gashin likes to carry several on him at once. On occasion, if the situation calls for it, Gashin can use his axe as a ranged weapon.

TOOLS:
Any number of navigation tools are carried in Gashin's pack. A sextant, spyglass, a pocket watch, maps and various charting tools, and Kazor's trusty compass are all kept on his person when he travels anywhere. A short working knife, rope, bandages, rations, a lighter, and a bedroll were included in his equipment when he set off on the king's expedition.

PERSONAL ITEMS:
Golden earrings and a single iron band marked with the symbol of the king are all the jewelry worn by Captain Gash. One of the only personal items Kazor keeps with him is a worn copy of A Kraken's Tale; an old novel about a captain obsessed with killing a sea monster that destroyed his first ship. Gashin has read the book more times than he can count, though he never tires of the narrative and likes to come back to it whenever he has nothing else to do.



✶ H I S T O R Y


REGISTERY OF THE AMORYNTHIAN ROYAL NAVAL ACADEMY



MILITARY SERVICE RECORD ARCHIVE, LISTED UNDER PUBLIC INFORMATION BY ORDER OF KING VALDEZ II




NAME: Kazor, Gashin SEX: MALE RACE: MIXED, HUMAN / DWARF

P.O.B (PLACE OF BIRTH): GARD, AMORYNTHIA P.O.R (PLACE OF RESIDENCE): DRAY, AMORYNTHIA

MOTHER: Kazor, Vilea (age 64, registered blind) FATHER: Kazor, Deon (deceased) SIBLINGS: Kazor, Laeya (age 9, craftsman assistant)

ENLISTMENT: Dray Recruitment Office (age 17) RANK: Captain DEPLOYMENT: Saint Leona




FIRST TOUR:
Gashin Kazor first served under the original captain of the Saint Leona, the late BOARSON, WILLIAM. Patrolled the coast of Tumeken as ordered by the king, under the Valdez-Setsiput Treaty in the courts of Ryth earlier that year. Engaged in ship to ship combat with pirate raiders, and assisted the Tumeken Army in clearing out bandits in Fool's Mistake.

NOTE: Following first tour of duty, 50% of earnings were sent back home to family in Gard.


SECOND TOUR:
Assisting in the transport of engineers and resources to Wizard's Tower for construction purposes. Saint Leona was tasked with protecting unarmed transports from northern pirates and keeping forest bandits in the foothills away from the construction site. During a battle with pirates, a Boatswain was shot and killed via a crossbow bolt to the skull. Gashin, being the most experienced deckhand present, was elected to take his position. Captain Boarson received a good deal of harsh criticism from command and his peers for promoting a dwarf man of Gashin's inexperience to the position of junior officer.

NOTE: 65% of earnings sent back to Gard. Father is diagnosed with unknown heart disease, and Laeya is born. Kazor heads to the Royal Naval Academy for training as a naval officer, under the orders of Captain Boarson.


THIRD TOUR:
Admiral [REDACTED]'s campaign to eradicate the pirate threat living on Rat's Nest island included a number of veteran pirate hunting ships. The Saint Leona was on the short list to join the fleet due to it's recent clashes with pirates in the north and along the Tumeken Coast. The fighting was incredibly fierce, resulting in several Royal Navy ships being severely damaged while others were sunk. Captain Boarson's first mate was slain in combat. Due to the courage he had shown during the campaign and his last two tours, Boarson elected to promote Kazor to the position. Mutiny was considered inevitable; that is, until the Saint Leona came under direct attack by several pirate ships. The captain was wounded, taking an arrow to the shoulder, and Gashin was forced to take the wheel. Showing considerable ability, Kazor directed the crew and successfully evaded their pursuers, earning the begrudging respect of the Saint's crew.

NOTE: 80% of earnings sent back to family. Deon passed away in his sleep, and Kazor returned home on leave to help his family with funeral arrangements. The Kazors, using the money Gashin received from his recent promotion, moved to Dray.


FOURTH TOUR:
Following the failed Rat's Nest campaign, the Saint Leona takes on low-stress cargo transport defense patrols. Captain Boarson's condition continues to deteriorate; the blow struck to him during the previous tour has, unbeknownst to him, become infected. While out at sea, William passes away, and Kazor finishes military duties until they can return to port. He is then unanimously recommended to take the position of captain by the crew. A letter written by Boarson on his deathbed confirms that these are his wishes, and command chooses to promote Kazor after eight months immediately.


FIFTH TOUR:
Gashin serves as captain of the Saint Leona for a number of years, acting as a pirate hunter in the seas near Rat's Nest. Fighting is intense and often, though Kazor shows a significant degree of skill at the helm of his ship. He receives several accolades for successfully capturing or sinking a number of vessels, having a direct impact on the region's frighteningly high population of pirates and criminals.

NOTE: As of very recently, Gashin has been pulled from duty and asked to accompany a special envoy by the king. His dwarven heritage, loyalty to the crown and navigational skills make Kazor a reliable asset for the mission his highness has planned.


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I've had my eye on this thread for a bit. Been a little busy, so the sheet's coming along slower than planned, but I do want to join!
@AdvancedJ3lly I'm down. Shoot me a PM of Laen's reply and we can start working on it whenever.
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