“Serf. I return from a successful hunt, and I require my armor washed.”

Her armor is piled in the corner covered in blood and viscera.

“Please.”

The large marine towers over the reader, her grip tightening slightly as she hands you a letter, then walks back towards her chambers.

The note reads:

Name: Hakaara
Chapter: Carcharadons Astra
Rank: Reiver-Sergeant
Title: Tideborn Huntress

Beliefs:
•“The ocean never rests, nor shall we.”
•Death is simply the final wave; what matters is the fury with which you ride it.

NO LIMITLESS, NO ACCOUNTPLAY, NO RACEPLAY, NO ILLEGAL

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