------------- The Raptors – Pirate of the Brunnen Daerth

Faize simply sneered. He guessed the expression would suit his new persona, but it really was a heartfelt expression of his contempt. Gone was his chainmail, gone were his boots and cloak. And though the picture looking back at him from the mirror was definitely Drow, he’d think the person there to be an Antequeran fop. Well, the hat had to go. Pirate of the Blacksea or not, there was no way he could get to his quiver in a fight with that floppy, be-feathered thing riding his crown. The protection of the chain mail was now being created by a much lighter set of bracers and a ring. The rest? Well, he really wasn’t too concerned, unless he actually needed to hide for some reason. At that point he’d hope the need to wear this ridiculous baggy sleeved shirt and overly tight pants would have waned and he’d be back in his Drow chain again. If what this outfit said about the Drow was any indication, they must use Deurgar for tailors. One would have to be color blind to think any of this went together. Then again, knowing what he knew now of the Blacksea Pirates, they were as eclectic a mismatch of races and professions as this outfit was a mismatch of styles and colors.

His cover was to be one Fahzoul Altendir. Former member of the Blacksea Pirates, he’d left his former employer under a cloud, something about stealing forty thousand worth of diamonds, but he really had nothing to do with,… honest.

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