Reinhart Family/Valgar
The Arrival of Valgar Reinhart on the Far East Isle.
There was a grinding noise from below the hull as the boat crunched into the shoreline. The black clad occupants from the bowels of the hull vaulted the sides and fastened the vessel to the shore.
Valgar Reinhart leapt from the boat into the lapping waves and waded with his men across the dark shale. Dank sea water swilled inside his boots as he distainfully surveyed their first touch of land in weeks.
"Strip the ship, i've had enough of being on the bloody seas. From now on this place is that we will call home". He growled grimly.
Tired, wornout fighting men silently nodded and set about their orders. Valgar turned from them to scan the horizon, he could make out the spires of a city in the distance.
'Welcome home... let us just hope we dont get chased off this rock aswell' He thought with dark humour.
Preparing an Underworld Headquarters in Anacan
The door of the shadowed building broke from its rusted hinges and skittered to a halt on the wet street as a body connected with it. A flood of shouts followed by the sound of angry fists echoed through the rainy night of the West Quarter of the City.
"Alright! Enough! Kyln sit down. Now!" Valgar was standing in the middle of the fight which had erupted in the Laden Pony inn, he turned on the sweating fat house merchant, "You pull a knife on one of my men again and ill kill you myself, as for the stable. We will take it.".
The fat merchant adjusted his robe, picking at the dried blood on the hem. He signalled for his lackeys to desist their aggresiveness, "Fine. You take it, i want coin up front though.". With that his lackeys braced for a negative reaction from the other party.
Valgar nodded and gestured for his battered men to leave, some grumbled about the full pitchers of grog in low tones, but they filed out after each other.
"Why a ruined stable under the City dam? Tell me that before you leave.".
Valgar adjusted his black slabbed armour and grinned through the scar trailling his cheeck, "Best place for new recruits. If im paying coin for killers, i want the seasoned ones.". With that he winked at the merchant, slipped a bottle of spirit into his chestplate from his table, and sauntered through the doorless entrance.
