The Island Chains of Perigo happens to be a large realm of vast water, though also a good amount of Islands. There are some larger islands that can sustain a city though that is not overly recommended with the amount of monsters that roam the realm. The Island of Tressel is a trading hub that is pretty much dead-center of the world and capable of dealing with the entire realm while also being fortified enough to repel most of the creatures that roam the Island. Roarke Island is a large island that holds a Gladiator Arena where those who are captured and enslaved or those who are willing to hold out in combat for higher stakes and advancement in the world by riches and fame; each of these fight in the Arena and most of them die. Roarke Island tends to be a chief competitor to Argus Island which, unlike Roarke half-way around the realm, doesn’t enslave or force others to fight but rather trains those willing to become Sailors to fight and repel boarders or even worse, creatures of the sea or even land whenever they come to port.

Tennumbris is currently an unexplored land continent, perhaps even the only continent the world has, which is a driving force for land-to-sea assaults against nearby coastal raiders. Gumbra is a larger Island that uses its trees as well as coral reef to craft their powerful fishing, sailing and/or Pirate ships that many other Islands pay for due to their high quality and the amount of wood available on that Island, which practically has little civilization, though hard and enduring people. To the far east of the world are the Minor Chains of Yin-Plae, Tomy-Gao, Fer-Anu and Hi-Zun, all four being much more competitive and fierce in their assaults against those outside of their Minor Chain, refusing to negotiate on a cease-fire, which usually keeps the two areas in constant warfare.

The Peraj are a hardy folk, doing everything they can to explore, adventure and understand new things at a comfortable pace while remaining strong and durable against roaming or hostile creatures. The Peraj are similar to a mixture of Norse Vikings and Privateeers of the Victorian era, though in the timeline as the others are. The Peraj love to do all of their duties aboard the ship as a promise that to follow in their prayers and leave no complaint, they find adequate sources of raiding or protection.

The Yin-Qut, however, are a hostile people. They were raised to learn Duty is the highest point, just shy of assault. Though they perform Piracy, they are usually mass murderers and Brigands rather than Swashbucklers or Sailors, more Deviants than Pirates. They praise only their greed and bloodlust, occasionally invading the seas of the Peraj and enjoying very little else. While they focus much on combat, they seek to understand things instantly and often skip steps to achieve the ends they need. They had the first ships, but even so their ships each sank after hitting the water. Having found out about the concept, the Peraj slowly began to construct while the Yin-Qut moved onto greater things like Carriages and Roads. Finally, after the Peraj construct a small line of Ships, the Yin-Qut stole their idea and made their own, continuously trying to rival the Peraj. Though they have larger islands, not all of them have numerous resources.

There have been numerous wars from the Yal-Siv/Endari invasion that ended both island’s worth of people to desolation and death at sea, while numerous sea battles have raged for over a thousand years, training these people to survive long depths of battle and naval tradition.

     Hoping not to appear in the middle of the Ocean, Desafon readies his twin Rapiers, ready for almost any sort of confrontation that might occur in this feral climate. He tries to take notice of his surroundings and appears to be more cautious than anything else in case something is out to get him.

Desafon appears within the ocean, simply because the Fates that be are sadistic, and finds that he can swim quite well in the warm currents. To the north, distantly, there is a small boat..

     Deciding to do the best that he can, he sheaths his two blades that he might swim better. He then begins the arduous process of swimming to the north in order to reach the boat that he might not have to swim anymore. Of course, if he believes that he might be entirely alone in these waters, he's no doubt going to be wrong, but he can trust that should he make it to the boat he might find himself at least temporarily safe against that which might exist in the water.

Desafon reaches the boat safely. The sun is warm on his back as he climbs aboard the rowing craft, and he is uncomfortable in his sopping clothes. His blades might rust..

On the rowboat there is nothing except for two men, both cut at the throat, both deceased. Who had cut them? Desafon knew them to be Peraj, which didn't bode well..

     Desafon moves to close the eyes of the two dead, looking over their bodies for any sources of monetary value or items of importance before he tosses their bodies overboard. He notices that in this conflict there was no duel. Just murder or assassination, which amounts to the former. Desafon mutters a light prayer that their souls should meet with whatever fate that their honor dictated in life before he looks for a direction that might lead to either ships or land... hopefully away from the Yin-Qut, as he assumes it was their brutality that caused the death of the two.

Naturally, there was nothing of value. They'd been stripped to their undergarments.

In the far distance - far, far, far distance - was it.. the trees of Grumbra?

He could taste salt.

     Desafon moves some of his hair out of the way as he begins to row the boat towards the direction of what looks to be the Trees of Grumbra. "Heave and a Ho, and the waters shall part. Tally and a Win, poor souls did ye depart." He sings lightly a tune he might have heard once before he rows onwards.

((OOC: Of course, assuming that there are oars in the ship. If not, this aughta be awkward using my arms.))
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He soon reaches Grumbra, and reaches a tiny village - no more than a settlement, really - on the beach. It's people, a hard-skinned mix of the two dominant races, look at him curiously.

     Desafon, having arrived on Grumbra, makes certain first and foremost that his hat isn't drenched before he strikes a very important Captain's pose and looks at the citizens or members of the village. "Greetings and salutations, people of Grumbra. Your savior, Desafon, has arrived." He bows deeply before smiling and moving along the village to try and find the leader of the village. "Where is your spiritual leader or Chieftain? I wish to speak to him."

A man steps towards Desafon, smiling wearily.

"I am he, the spiritual leader," he said, bowing a little. "Perldo, Chief of Storms, willing to serve. How can we assist you, Lord?"

     Stepping before Perldo, Desafon removes his hat only momentary to offer a very slight bow with a wave of his hat and a motion of his hand before he smiles. "Oh, Spiritual Leader, Chief of the Storms, I come to bless you and your people with my presence. I have come off of the wild waves of the Otherworld and across the back of Giant Beasts to arrive here to find this place. Well, maybe not specifically Grumbra, but this world. I come looking to lead it in prosperity and monetary wealth, as well as spiritual wealth. How is the village these days?"

"Things could be better," admitted Perldo. "I am Chief of the Storms, but lately they have not heard my whispers. Ships have been wrecked - fishing trips ruined, merchant vessels cast to the blue - and while, in the short-term, my people are celebrating the freedom that comes with a lack of pirates, we're running out of supplies. We're beginning to starve. We're overstocked on wood.. and that which we sell washes back a few weeks after the deal."

He sighed.

"Frankly, Lord, I'm at a loss as to what to do."

    Nodding towards Perldo, Desafon strokes his chin. "I see, I indeed see. I just recently found two dead men in a boat that look to have been murdered without honor. I am curious if this is what is occurring or if those savage Easterners have done something very... heretical." He looks about to the wood, "And all your ships are now gone?" He asks, curious. Even curious, Desafon makes a slight pose.

"There's no point sending them out. Most of our ships are on the northern part of the island, where the storms are less angry. We can't afford to let them be destroyed. As to the killings.. something's been murdering men on the sea, but I don't have the time or the resources to fully delve into it."

     "I understand, Perldo, as I was only asking about the ships, not asking about sending them into the storms. I am still trying to figure out a solution, though I personally am not a God of Storms nor a God of Investigation." He then ponders, stroking his chin. "I assume that was a fishing boat I rode in on here, instead of a general row boat or else you lost a complete ship."

"Yes, just a fishing boat. And one we'd considered lost, at that."

The day seemed to get darker. Clouds obscured the sun.

"Ah.. here comes another, Lord.."

He glanced around nervously.

"Would you excuse me, my Lord?"

     Nodding, Desafon excuses him, though he does ask, "Another storm or another Lord?" He asks, confused. He goes to follow after Perldo, though not looking to disrupt Perldo further. He seems a little less prideful and also less excited as he begins to ponder it all.

Another storm.

It starts to rain.

Now, it feels almost like twilight - almost like the sun has been fully eclipsed by the storm clouds.

Perldo dashes off, returns in his ceremonial outfit; sacred sandals, metal rod, black pants and mask. He starts to sing and dance, attempting to appease whatever force is behind the storm. It came so suddenly. The people in the village scatter, knowing that this ritual means that they should get to safety. Some go into the woods itself, while others enter caves and secure huts.

     Uncertain exactly what that means, Desafon decides to head away from Perldo, though remain fairly close to the storm as far as walking the earth meant. He seems ready to try and tell the weather what to do when he decides that his world isn't meant to be tamed. He then moves towards the direction of the fishing boat, to try and do what was already attempted before the murder. If he can catch the murderer, then perhaps he can make things easier. He goes to safety in that general direction if there is anywhere to hide to pass the time.

Desafon soon finds a rocky crag - smaller then a cave, but still able to give adequate protection - along the beach line. He'd be safe, fate willing, in there.

Max appeared here, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Surely a god of Piracy and Duels would have a cool realm.

He found himself on a large island, filled with woodlands - but he was on the beach. There was a storm gathering. It was raining - bucketing - and sleet drenched him almost instantly. Thunder roared and lightning lit the place like a lamp. He vaguely saw people in the distance scattering. The ocean looked menacing.