Rizken Bloodfang

It had been two days, two long grueling days since Rizken subdued our ship. Our captain traded our lives for his, greedy bastard. I never saw what happened to him, but it's the last time I work for a Faeo.

But as I saw Rizken open the door to my cell, I realized I'd never work again. He smiled at me, crooked fangs dyed red from a recent meal. He held a plate in his hand, and tossed it to me like a frisbee.

"I come to you with an offer, poor soul. Devour the flesh and join me, or let your flesh sate my crew." He spat out with a voice that itched at me like claws scratching at metal.

I looked down at the plate, and a single golden eye stared back. I recognized the irises, it was the eye of my former captain.

Bloodthirsty and Necessary

Rizken grew up in the pits of the Drainage district aboard the Junkberg Bermuda. He learned to survive the harsh environment by dominating his opponents. He also learned to not be wasteful from his father, a believe of the old Malisyk ways.

There was plenty of food for a Nasyk with low morals and cannabilistic hunger, and so he grew strong on corpses, and instilled fear in enough hearts.

He received his first ship through an organized murder, and set out with enough like-minded individuals to stake out a claim near the Junkberg Bermuda. Ships passing by had a chance to run into the forward guns of Rizken.

Any ships that didn't die on the first volley fell victim to being boarded and captured. Some were offered a place to join, most were served as a meal to the crew. The ships remains are hauled back to the Junkberg to be sold and processed in the Belly of the Beast.

A paycheck and full belly, that's all me and my crew ask for.

— Rizken Bloodfang